A/N: Full A/N in first chapter.

I want to thank my beta Jasper's Darlin' Kathy

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We last left off with….

I looked down and realized that I've just changed my first human. Maria had been bugging me for years to help her change the newborns, but I had always refused. I had been damned to this life and I sure as shit wasn't going to be the reason for someone else's damnation. I had no fucking clue where all the emotional shit was coming from. I had been able to hide my feelings for 37 years, but for some reason the bunny fucker was making me feel happy shit and it was pissing me off. I picked him back up and continued back to camp.

To Be Continued

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Chapter 10

Part 2

Our camp was situated in what would now be the southwest boarder of Texas. It was situated in the foot hills and the best way to explain it, would be, it's like the caves that were in the movie Iron Man. The newborns were kept outside in shacks once the change was complete and only the guards were ever let in and out of the tunnels freely. Maria did have the pits dug out in there too, but as I said once you were brought to the pits you never left the same, if you left, at all.

As I approached the caves with stinky, happy bunny fucker, I had a decision to make. Put him in the pits and rid myself of his ass, put him in the changing room and add him to the newborns, or put him in my quarters and see what happens. I felt another wave of happy bunny feelings and took a left towards the pits. Bunny fucker was a dead man, but then Jasper just had to put his fucking two cents worth in and so I changed course to my quarters and tossed his ass on the ground.

Not even two minutes had passed before Maria burst in my quarters asking what the fuck was going on. She had been notified that I had returned with a changing human and that I had taken him to my quarters. She froze mid sentence and just stared at the bunny fucker with a 'what the fuck' look on her face. After a few minuets had passed she turned and wanted to know what the hell I had done to make him smell so fucking bad. I explained that he just fucking stinks and his blood was so much worse. She asked me what the fuck he was, I looked at her and just raised an eyebrow.

Like I keep saying Maria is a dumb bitch. I mean really, it's obvious that he was human, stinky, but human. She went on to explain the he had a power, but it just wasn't making sense to her. To explain better when she looks at a human the answer just pops in her head like a voice and all she was hearing was the word 'knowledge'. I asked her what the fuck that meant and she said she had no fucking clue.

One of her guards came in to inform her that the new batches of newborns were waking up. Maria loved to be the first thing they saw so she could establish her dominance. She also got off on the look of horror their faces showed when she tells them what they are. Again she is a sick fucking bitch. The truth was they only feared her because I told them too. It was then the guard asked a question that stunned us both. He asked why he was so quiet. We were so confused about this fucker and his smell that we never noticed he wasn't screaming his ass off in pain.

One of the regulations in the camp was never to disturb me when I was in my quarters. In fact you were never to come to my quarters at all. Maria was the only one allowed to ever knock on my door and some days even she was scared to knock. Since I was supposed to be the toughest fucker in the world having no answer to his question would have shown weakness. So instead of just saying I had no fucking clue, I ripped his arm off and told him to remind everyone never to knock on my fucking door. Realizing I was in a pissed mood, Maria told him to go outside, fuse is arm back on in front of everyone so they could see what happens when you knock on the Majors door. Once the guard left, she asked me what I was going to do with him. I told her I had no fucking clue. I wanted her to just leave so I reminded her about the waking newborns. She left telling me she trusted me to do what was best. However her emotions were telling me that she was scared shitless. She knew if I ever turned on her ass she wouldn't stand a chance against me. Something was off with me and that scared the shit out of her.

When she left to go play god with her newborns, I just stood there staring at this human wondering why the fuck fate brought him into my life. I continued to stare at him for hours. Not once did he make a sound and as hard as I tried, I never felt any amount of pain coming from him. Now what I did feel was the fluffy, happy bunny fucker feelings and that was pissing me off. I tried to send him every emotion I could, but he never changed his feelings. I kept asking myself who the fuck was this guy?

Maria came back to my quarters and informed me that I had been sitting there for almost 13 hours. She wanted me to start working with the newborns that had just awaken, but I wasn't leaving this happy, bunny fucker alone. As I told you for 37 years all I let myself feel was indifference, but ever since I laid eyes on that fucker I'd felt a barrage of happy, fucking feelings and that was unacceptable and did I mention pissing me off. My inner creature was getting agitated too and I needed to get him under control before it was too late. What do you mean what creature? You got to be fucking kidding me. Okay fine.

Since it seems that nobody has taken the time to explain to you properly about vampires, I need to fill you in on some info. It may seem like I'm getting off topic, but you need to know this so you'll understand my relationship with Peter. So remember for all intents and purposes and to make it easier for you to understand. I'm going to dumb it down to its most simplistic nature.

Every vampire had a creature within them. When you become a vampire your soul, for lack of a better term splits in two. There is a human side and a nonhuman side. Now before you ask, nobody truly knows where vampires come from and why we split into two different beings in one body. I have no doubt that Carlisle has some theories on this, but I'll let you ask him. He has a tendency to drone on and on once he gets fucking started.

I don't want you to scare you, but this is truly some fucking messed up shit I'm about to explain. Remember I'm simplifying this down for you. It's much more fucking complex then how I'm going to explain it. So do you need a human moment or some shit like that? No. Good then I'll start, and don't interrupt me. I'd say please, but I'm the Major and I don't fucking have to. Yes, I am a prick, but I'm sexy and have a huge dick so deal with it.

So we have the one side that is more humane and lets us be around humans without slaughtering them. It lets us walk and talk and all that other human shit you do in public. This side lets us blend in so we don't expose ourselves. This is the side that the Cullen's have shown you, but what you haven't seen and been told about is our creature side.

I realize that pussy Edward refers to himself as a monster, but when you get down to it our inner creature is more animalistic. It wants three things and three things only. It wants to eat, find a mate, and survive, so in other words, it wants to feed, fuck, and fight. Now you know what Endorphins are right, excellent because they are the key to controlling your inner creature. Immediately during feeding, mating or if confronted with a sense of danger, endorphins are instantly released and make your inner creature feel a sense of power and control over themselves. This allows them to persist with the activity for an extended time. Oh yeah and just an FYI, mating endorphins are the best baby. 'Wink Wink'

Why am I telling this? Well its simple, you need to understand who Jasper is. He's not like other vampires. Vampires have two sides and Jasper has three. There is Jasper the, AKA, human side, there is the God of War, AKA, creature side, and then there is me, AKA, the Major. I am the bridge between the two sides. Unlike all other vampires, I have control over my creature and that makes me a very dangerous vampire.

Why does that make me unlike other vampires? Well our creature side is volatile and uncontrollable; it acts purely on instinct with no rational thought involved, it is stronger and more powerful then our humane side. Since I'm the bridge between the two, I can draw on the raw power and strength of the creature and the rational thought of Jasper. No other vampire can do this and that's why I'm the most dangerous and feared vampire alive.

Now quit interrupting me. It's quite annoying. Screw me? Hell any fucking time you want baby. 'Wink Wink'. Why yes I do believe that was called for. Now do you want to hear the rest of this or not? Wait don't answer that because I'm going to tell you no matter what. I thought we covered that. Yes I am a prick. So moving along now.

So, happy, stinky bunny fucker is quietly changing in the corner, radiating his fluffy, bunny feelings. I'm trying to get rid of the shit by sending all his happy feelings to storage. Jasper who's getting freaked out by them keeps sending that shit right back at me and my creature is getting aggravated by all the chaos, thus pissing me off, but because his feelings keep trying to override my pissed off-ness, I'm just plain confused all to hell. You know if you keep interrupting me I'm going to make you piss your self. How? I'm fucking empathic. I can relax you so thoroughly that the muscle holding your piss in relaxes and lets if flow like vomit at an all you can eat bulimics dinner party. Now that I'm out I can't wait to try this on that fuck tart Mike Newton. Why not? Well that's not fair. Look were getting off topic again, we can discuss this later okay. Good, now back to what I was saying.

I told you that the change normally takes three days, but this fucker only took 23 hours. I was concentrating so hard on his emotional shit that I wasn't paying attention to his physical changes. When his heart took off faster then a hooker running from her pimp that she short changed…. What? Yes I felt that was an appropriate dysphemism. Now be quiet. What is that? It's the reverse of euphemism. What do you mean what is that? You know what, never mind. His heart took off like a bat out of hell. There, is that better? Good. Now again moving on.

His heart was beating faster and I knew he would be a vamp in about one minute. I moved to the back of the room to give him some space. Why? Because when a person first wakes up it can be very disorienting and more times then not they freak out and try to attack the first person they see. I was standing on the other side of the room and his heart was beating his last few beats when I was hit with a fucking wave of his stench. It was unlike anything I have ever smelled and I fell to my knees gagging. If I could have puked I would have. Just as fast as it came the smell disappeared. As I was getting to my feet I noticed that happy, bunny fucker was sitting up and just smiling at me.

I just stood there looking at him and he just sat there smiling at me. I couldn't take it any longer and asked him what the fuck he was so happy about. He answered that he no longer smelled and he was happy to finally meet me. I was stunned that he was happy to meet me, but I was more focused that he no longer smelled. I kept taking in deep breaths and he was right, there was no more fucked up stench from him. In fact he smelled almost identical to me, only his scent was so faint it was almost not there. Everyone has their own unique scent and never have I come across the same scent twice. Maria has changed thousands of humans and not one ever had her scent, but the one fucking human I change and he has my scent.

I was so fucking confused, but I am the Major and showing weakness was out of the question so, I grabbed him off the floor pulling him to his feet. I looked deep in his eyes and somehow I just knew he was different and would be important in my life and that pissed me off again. I depended on no one but myself and didn't care who lived or died, but this fucker was getting under all my walls and truthfully it was scaring the shit out of me. I pulled him right up to my chest, told him to wipe that smile off his face because I would most likely kill him by morning. I taught him how to fuck, feed, and fight. I never let him leave my side. I wasn't sure why, but something told me that I needed to keep him safe, so he had to stay close to me at all times. Every day I told him to wipe that shit eating grin off his face because I would most likely kill him by morning and every day he would just smile and tell me okay and that's how it went for the next year.

Even to this day Peter insists he doesn't have a power. Since he doesn't remember anything from his human life he figures he was a genius and that's how he just knows shit. Of course being empathic I know he's full of shit, Peter has a 6th sense and just knows shit. It's like that little voice in your head that tells you to turn left instead of right and you find a wallet on the ground with a fuck load of money so you can go shopping. What? Why would you return it? The right thing to do? Look if they were stupid enough to have that much cash and not be careful enough to not loose it then its there fault. Fine! Then you turn left, find a wallet, return the damn wallet and feel good inside. Better? Good. Now moving on once again.

So anyway, during the first year Peter kept telling me things and they kept coming true. They were little things like a newborn is going to try to bite you in five minutes, or there will be 20 newborns instead of the 15 we thought would be at the fight, shit like that. I started heeding his words, but I still remained cautious of him and his gift, trust no one and no one will betray your trust. That's not a cynical outlook on life; it's a statement of fact. Now STOP interrupting me damn it. What? I was not yelling at you. Apologize? For what? I was not yelling at you. ARG! Fine, if I apologize to you will you be quiet, let me continue and stop interrupting me? Fine I apologize. You never said I couldn't cross my fingers. ARG! Do you want to hear the rest or not? Fine then be quiet.

Now where was I? Ah yes Peter's gift. After the first year newborns start to level out, which means they also lose their massive strength and speed. Maria needed strong and fast soldiers so unless you had a talent she deemed worthy all newborns that survived long enough to reach a year old were put to death when there newborn traits started to wear off. I never let Maria get close to Peter. She knew he had a power, but I'd never let her get close enough to find out what exactly it was. Maria once tried to tell me Peter belonged to her and she had the right to do with him as she pleased. I won't get in to details, but Maria never questioned me again about Peter and who he belonged to.

When his year came up it was never a question that he wouldn't be killed with the others. One year to the second I felt a burst of power come from Peter so strong it knocked us both on our asses. I asked him what the fuck was that and that's when he told me about our upcoming battle the next day. He told me in great detail how the other clans had banded together again and were going to hide 40 newborns just out of my boom range and as soon as I was weakened they were going to ambush us. I still didn't trust him fully so we out to scout the area he said they would be at. He was right and so I changed our battle plan and we won. From then on his power just seemed to grow stronger; we figured that after his newborn year that it fully went off and that was what the power burst had been. From that day on I started trusting Peter's gift, I still didn't trust him, but I would know if he was being deceitful so I trusted what he told me.

As I told you I met Peter on News Year Eave 1900 and since the first time I saw him his happy, fucking fluffy, bunny feelings were somehow able to penetrate my carefully built walls. It had been 15 years and while my trust in him was growing my hatred of him also grew. See I hated him because I was starting to care for him and in the life I was living at the time there was always the chance that he would not survive the next battle, the next volatile newborn or the next dangerous what ever. Jasper loved him as a brother, the creature hated him as he was a threat to his safety and I was stuck in the middle. Maria loved him because we were an unstoppable force. With his knowledge and my skill we quickly took all ruler ship over all the southern states.

Since we ruled the south and word had spread that we were deadly things quieted down and I became restless. I was created to fight and now there was nothing to fight. Zoro was always brining books and newspapers to me showing the changes in the world. The world was changing around me and I didn't like it. What? Who is Zoro? Oh I didn't tell you how Peter got his nickname of Zoro. It's actually really funny.

It was 1916 and Peter and I went off to hunt in an ocean side town. It's now called Tampico, Mexico on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico. Anyway, when we got to the outskirts of town we heard some yelling and figured that we would make a snack out of whoever was fighting. We came up over the top of a dune and see two darkened skinned guys with funny hats and speaking some crazy language. Peter looks at me and says, neat they are Persian. So he just walks up to them and starts talking there crazy language. After 20 minutes of him talking to the two guys I'd gotten tired of listening and just want to eat the fuckers. I walked up to Peter and asked what the fuck was going on when one of the guys points at me and shouts Ahriman at me. They then fall to Peter's feet and start saying "Zerdüşt bizi kurtarmak." In English it means 'Zoroaster save us.' Who is that? That's exactly what I asked. Peter said something to them and they stayed on the ground bowing at Peter's feet. Then he told me what was going on. They thought he was a fucking Persian god named Ormuzd sent to save them by there Prophet Zoroaster.

The story goes that Zoroaster was born in 628 B.C. He was an ancient Persian prophet and when he was about 30 years old he had a religious vision from Ahura Mazda, the Wise Lord. He appointed him to preach the truth, and for the next 10 decades travelled throughout Persia preaching Zoroastrianism, and his message of cosmic strife while running afoul of the established religious authorities. According to the prophet, man had been given the power to choose between good and evil. It emphasizes that good and evil are separate entities at war with each other, in the form of Ormuzd (the god of good, creation and truth) and Ahriman (the god of evil destruction and lies), both ultimately descended from the Wise Lord, Ahura Mazda. The end of the world would come when the forces of Ormuzd would triumph and the saved souls would rejoice in victory.

I was looking at Peter as if he had lost his mind. As he finished his tail he said he didn't want to be Ormuzd, he wanted to be the Zoroaster guy. He felt it fit his power better to be a prophet then a god. Anyway he said we couldn't eat the guys and so we let them go and found someone else to eat. It was 1919 when the legend of Zoro came out. Peter had been insisting I call him Zoroaster for years, but after the book came out he now wanted to be called the Great Prophet Zoro. I told him no until 1981 when the movie Zoro the Gay Blade came out, now he gets pissed when I call him Zoro. Oh and the two guys we let go were apparently on a religious quest and went around telling anyone who would listen that I was Ahriman the god of evil, destruction and lies and Peter was the god of good, creation and truth, of course this added to our reputations.

Anyways, getting back to the story, as time went on I grew closer to Peter as did Jasper and my creature. The fight for territories continued, but with the changing world came changes on how we handled the fighting and even how we hunted. We used to go to a small town and wipe them out without raising suspicions, but with advancements in commutations it was becoming impossible to not get noticed. Where there were once hundreds of miles of empty space there was now towns and large cities. The population was growing rapidly and it was getting harder and harder to be out in the day time. It was also getting harder to hide your kills. You used to just drop your kill where they were and if the body was found the death was chalked up to an animal attack, murder or illness and that was it. With the advancement of medical technology and the fact that the south was becoming populated with white people who wanted the cause of death it was impossible to just leave the body laying there without causing suspicions. Staying inconspicuous was becoming almost impossible. Vampires had no choice, but to amend their way of living and especially their hunting habits.

It was 1940, I had known Peter for 40 years and I now trusted him with my life. He had broken through my walls and was not only my commander, but my brother and best friend. I was the Major, God of the southern wars and Peter was the Commander, Magi to the God of War, but after the fight we were Jasper and Peter brothers and friends.

There were 48 U.S. states, and every one of them was thriving with people. The time of meeting on the battle fields were over, fights were fought in the darkness of night. We were reduced to sneaking around and taking out the enemy one at a time, it was against everything I was ever taught. You face your enemy eye to eye not sneak up in a dark alley behind their back. After 77 years of fighting I was mentally tired. I was tired of the killing, the constant stream of negative emotions, hiding in caves and abundant buildings till night. I was tired of it all, but it was my life and I no choice, but to live it.

It was August 15th 1940, Peter and I were out hunting in a town called Irving, Texas. Peter had long ago convinced me to only hunt the scum of the human race. He said we may have to kill so let's make it count for something, so we only hunted bad humans and with Peter's gift he always knew where to go. We had finished our hunt and were walking around the town when Peter took off like a black man running to be first at the line for food stamps. What? I'm not racist. Look the definition of racist is: 'someone who does not like or respect people who belong to races that are different from their own and who believes their race is better than others.' I don't hate one race above another I hate everyone, so that makes me not racist. Back to what I was saying before I was uncouthly interrupted by you.

I turned and followed Peter into an abandoned run down house. I was only a few seconds behind Peter when I entered the house, what I saw was not pretty. Peter was draining one guy and had the other held in his hand 3 feet off the floor. He threw the other guy at my feet and I didn't hesitate to drain him dry. I turned and saw that Peter was crouched over the body of a dying young woman. He looked up at me, said please save her and turned her neck towards me. I had told myself that I would never change another again, but with the look in his eyes and the love pouring from him, I knew I had to turn her.

To be continued

Story Recommendation: I Did It My Way by Evilsloth it's a great J/B story.

To Authors, I read a story where Peter smelled as a human and then had no sent as a vampire. If you know the story or author please let me know so I can give them credit for this idea.

I live in Minnesota and on Wednesday December 6th I slipped on the ice and fractured both my wrists. There only hair line fractures so the doctor said it could take up to 4 weeks until I get my casts off. Since both my wrists are in casts I can only type with my pointer fingers.

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