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So very sorry for the late update, but it's great to finally do so seeing as I almost came to the decision to delete all my stories the other day. But through my girlies kicking my ass and asking if I'm nuts, Viola! WTMB is still here and kicking. But while I understand and agreed with them, it still hurts for someone to think that they have the right to judge and downgrade my work. But I digress, I will be continuing. You guys will see if Bella ever makes it back into Jasper's arms. You will see if he'll ever escape Maria's grasp. You will see if at any time a life can be found for Jasper and Bella in this new world. You guys will see everything right up until the end as I originally intended.

I've gotta go now b/c The Major is growling at me wanting his turn to speak. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

It's a hard chapter ahead. Jasper is not the same person we've come to know and love in the previous chapters.

Warning: Dark themes ahead. I am about to take a different turn with Jasper's time with Maria, and I hope you'll enjoy, even if you've gotta cringe a bit. Trust me, it'll soon get much better. Well, in a way.

JPOV

I kill.

I feed.

I'm ruthless.

I will never get enough.

I will never want to feel any other way but like this again. This is the life for me. I am the night. I am the bringer of death and I thoroughly enjoy what that entitles.

Humans. They're all my food. Their blood is my sustenance. My drug. My thirst for it is my drive.

I was once one of them, but now, I am more. The life I live now is far better than whatever I was before. This life has humans kneeling at my feet, and practically worshipping the ground I walk on. Perhaps, it's their pathetic way of thinking that if they show fear or plead with me to spare them, I would.

How foolish!

They don't know how good it feels to feed off them or how good I feel when their fear is at an all time high while they beg me to let them live. At times, I quickly sink my teeth into them wanting to skip over the stupid pleading and others, I allow them to have their say. I allow them to have that one last speech. After they'd finished, I will then pretend to consider their words before making them aware of my decision. The screams will be louder then as their shock and fear spikes at the feeling of my razor sharp teeth sinking into their flesh and sucking the life force from them.

I will admit that at first I was a bit apprehensive about feeding or taking pleasure in it, but Maria has since then taught me otherwise. She's taught me that this was now my true nature and I should be proud of the God I've become.

After coming into this life, Maria has been a light in the dark. She is my savior, my guide, my life. In earlier days, I'd worry that I was forgetting something or maybe even someone, but Maria has eased those fears. She was there to coax me, telling me that in time if it was meant to be then I would remember such a life. She would also question that even if I recalled bits of my past life if that meant that I would leave her behind. A resounding no would always be my response. She has given me so much. How could I bear to do such a horrible thing?

Whenever I pleaded with her to believe me when I say that I'd never leave, she would simply kiss me on the forehead and say that she does. She would explain that she feared me going because not only did she love having me there with her, but also because her and her sisters had no defense and she believed that fate wanted me to find them.

When I questioned why she thought that, she told me of what had been troubling them. She told me of the threat of other vampires who wished to invade her territory and of how defenseless her and her sisters were in stopping such an attack. She then shared that my presence came as a great relief to them because they finally have a man to defend them since others may not respect a coven with a woman as a leader. She said that I, being here, was a blessing from the heavens, and one she'll be eternally grateful for.

While I would devour her every word as if my life depended on it, I was still unsettled. I would state that I didn't know who I was and in order to move forward in this wonderful life she had offered, I needed to know. To ease my troubled mind, she told me that I was a proud soldier with no family and that she welcomed me with open arms when I begged her to change me. Though, I remember nothing of the sort, I still felt a sense of peace from the love and care she expelled toward me.

So in return for her kindness of saving me from such a destitute life, I offered my assistance to her and her sisters, Nettie and Lucy.

The day I accepted, Maria led me to her stables where she had others she had saved. With an arm firmly clasped in mine, she introduced me to others like us. She told me that they were newborns and that she had changed them in order to save them as she had me.

Most were young, very young. Children in fact. Something in the back of my mind was pricking me to question this, but I didn't. I trusted Maria, and believed that whatever she said was the truth. When we left the stables and she escorted me back to the house, she became to plead with me to train them.

She had expressed that she wanted them ready for any potential attack that we may come under from those who may wish to destroy us. She said that she needed us strong. She thought that with my knowledge of fighting and war tactics, I'd be the perfect leader for her army. She told me that all she wanted was for us to be able to protect ourselves.

Once I started my duties, I was unstoppable, unbeatable and fierce in everything I did. Each newborn that dared to approach me paid the penalty for such an unplanned attack. I would not tolerate weakness. I wanted soldiers and if they could be such then they didn't deserve to be here. One thing I was glad about was that the bits of training and warfare I'd learnt have stuck me. It made it easy to plan and carry out attacks without the fear of confusion and insubordinate blocking my path.

By the time I was through with her newborns, they were soldiers.

Fighting was brutal. I would lose count of how many I killed, but the emotions emanating from each of them would stick with me. Our battles were gruesome and left many dead or missing limp upon limp. I never stopped to care or check on anyone, it was every vampire for himself and I was determined to be the victor.

Another thing I never questioned Maria on was the fact that after every few battles we won, Maria would come to me with a request. She would order me to kill the newborns. If I were a bit hesitant she explain that they were useless after their first year and that not all could be as special as I was. I was a born warrior, where as she was desperately trying to make them into something they were not because she wanted to also offer them a better life the way she had me.

With that thought in mind, I would kill them without mercy. I could feel their confusion and fear before ripping their heads off, but I did what I was asked. After all, I was only releasing them from their duties and I did not want weakness watching my back. That reasoning has served us well.

Our wars have grown and I have been victorious in every battle fought. The scars upon my body are proof of my undeniable power. All who have chosen to face me, have fallen. Every battle has left my name whispered amongst our other enemies. It has driven the weak away and it has helped Maria to garner the bravery she needed to fight back against those who dared to test her. Nothing else matters to me now. There are only four things that I care about.

The Kill.

I've killed what crosses me, whatever dared step in my path and whoever thought that they could best me. I've killed so many. So many in fact that my mistress has now dubbed me the God of War.

Feed.

I've fed on the blood of many. The rush that drives through their bodies as their lives leave them is a never ending rush for me. I revel in their screams. I enjoy the terror I see upon their faces when they look at me. I don't care where it comes from, all I know is that if its heart is beating, I'll make it stop as I sink my teeth into it.

I am a God.

I am so much more than I've ever been. I feel as if I'm the most powerful entity on this Earth. Nothing can stop me. Maria has also helped me to understand why I feel the emotions of others. I am an Empath. I have the ability to both feel and manipulate those around me, and with such a gift, I've been undefeatable. She has said that to be able to do such a thing is a great advantage, and it's one that I take enormous pleasure in.

Pleasure.

My time with Maria has become one of great pleasure. To know her body the way that I have holds no bounds, and it makes me thankful that our relationship has changed for the better.

Since then, our passion has grown tremendously. Her body helps mine to soar to new heights from which I never want to come down. At times it feels as if I'm flying above everything and only her body is keeping me grounded. If I had engaged in such activities as a human then I highly doubt that the encounter was as good as this one.

With such privileges, what more could I want?

Maria is full of surprises and an intriguing yet resourceful one is that she keeps a few human slaves around. She, however, didn't allow me to feed from them until recently, when I'd finally gotten my thirst a bit under control. Before, I would feed indiscriminately and just like when I killed the newborns, I showed no mercy as their screams excite me.

It was fun to see whichever girl I'd chosen fruitlessly try to escape me. Their blood would pump harder and their hearts beat faster with fear as I approach. Their pulse would race and the adrenaline pumping through them would make their blood taste even sweeter once I'd bitten into their flesh. I would lose myself into it as it flowed effortless down my throat until there was nothing left and I'd then drop their bodies to the floor as if it was nothing but garbage.

Maria would become angry at times, but it was always pushed down if she could watch me lay with the slaves. I could smell her arousal and it would drive me to give her more. A sight I knew she enjoyed.

It was during one of these particular occasions that our relationship changed into something more.

After our passion had turned to one another, Maria became even more protective of me. I was never in a room without her presence by my side. Her sisters were never allowed to remain in the same space with me without her watchful eyes on us, but this was unless she was enjoying the sight me and them together, entwined in ecstasy. Night upon night, I have laid with Maria, and after each encounter, I am left wanting more. We can't stand to be apart, and whenever we are together, I have her whenever and wherever I please. In my arms, she is my slave. She has never refused me, and as she has assured me, she never will.

Maria caters to my insatiable appetite to the best of her ability by feeding me from within her loins with an untamed passion.

I am thankful for her presence in my life. I'm grateful that she is here to teach me, to wait on me, and to love me.

There will never be another.

See what I meant? So, so sorry but Maria has got her claws stuck deep within him.

Thanks to my girls, vbfb1 & abbymickey24 for making this look awesome as always. I have tweaked since their input, so any mistakes I take responsibility for.

Next up: Bella gets help.