I sat on the bar top as she took out two of the humans, leaving me the other two. She walked over to me and I pulled her to stand between my legs by her hips. She was looking down with her brow drawn together, eyes locked on the bite mark on my forearm. She licked her lips and lifted her eyes to meet mine, "I'm sorry I bit you."

I shrugged, "Not the first time Darlin' and probably not the last. And you didn't really bite me; I put my arm there to keep you from ripping Peter's head off. How are feeling now? Still hungry?" she shook her head and I nodded. "Alright. " I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "We are going home in two days, and during the time we are still here, we need to go over a few things." Lifting her head by her chin, I caught her eyes and held them, feeling mine start to soften. "Isabella, would you believe me if I said I was proud of you?"

Her eyes widened a little and her jaw slackened, "Why would you be proud of me?"

I smiled at her. "Why wouldn't I be? You have proven many times over that you are more than you seem. You were able to beat your inner demon and came back from a darkness that I have never seen anyone come back from. The biggest reason though is you have the ability to put up with me. THAT is a task that no one has ever been able to do. There are a few things that I want to tell you. Maybe after you see my point of view on a few things, you will better understand why I am the way I am with you. I don't do things like other males do and you know that, but I have to do them the way I do for your safety. You were raised to know how to fight and defend yourself. You know I was harder and more brutal with your training than I was with anyone else. I think it is time I told you why.

"Remember the conversation out on the balcony we had yesterday?"

She nodded, "Yeah, you told me about how you have like 15 enemies for every ally."

I nodded and moved my hand back to her hip. "Yea, that. That is the reason I was hard on you, I had to know that if we were ever separated you could take care of yourself until I could find you. I have some of the most dangerous enemies on the planet Darlin' and any of them would love to get their hands on you and use you against me. If something, ANYTHING happened to you, I would truly have no reason to care about anything. I would take as many people out with me as I could, but the fact is Bella, if something happened to you my will to live would be gone. I would go down fighting, but I would go down."

She looked at me hard for a moment, "You know, Edward said that same thing to me. Not all of it, but that his will to live would be gone if something happened to me."

I shrugged, "Edward was a pussy. He could talk big, but backing his shit up was another thing entirely." I licked my lips and reached behind me and grabbed a bottle of Jose and handed it to her before grabbing some random bottle and pulling her into a different room that didn't smell like shit. Pointing to the bed, she climbed up and leaned against the headboard and I sat cross legged in front of her. "I want you to think back to the night you became my mate, and some of the things I said that night." As soon as I mentioned that night she reached up and grabbed her shoulder where it was ripped off and the muscle twitched involuntarily.

However, even with the memory of getting her arm ripped off, she had a smile on her face, "If memory serves Major, I still owe you that tongue lashing."

I chuckled. I remember that well myself. "Yes well, I don't think you can do any better than branding teeth marks in the bone of my forearm little lady."

She snorted, "Well, all I can really say is at least you don't call me Pet anymore. That pissed me off more than anything else you ever did, and that is saying something. Christ, you were an asshole."

I raised a brow, "Were? Darlin', I haven't changed all that much between then and now."

Again, she snorted, "The fuck you haven't. Maybe not with anyone else, but you have with me. Think about it Jasper, the last time I bit you, you put a Bella shaped hole in the ground. Had I still had a working bladder, I would have pissed myself."

I sighed, she was right. "Look, I wish I could say I was sorry for some of the things I have done to you, but I would be lying. You took a lot of shit and you did it with a smile on your face most of the time." I cocked my head to the side after I said that. "How many times did you do stupid shit on purpose?"

She winked at me and took a long drink before jumping up to her feet, "I'll be right back." And she was gone and back before I could say a word, a pack of cigarettes in one hand and two notebooks in the other. She took her seat and tossed the notebooks in front of me. I picked one up and raised a brow. She lit a cigarette and tilted her head at the book in my hand. "Those are the first two of the fifty five journals I have written in since my change."

I looked at them then back to her, "And you gave them to me why?"

She rolled her eyes, "Jesus Jazz, open either one; read any entry and you will have the answer, to both of your questions." So I did. As I was reading she spoke, "In the room, you said I was an astute human and you would have thought it crossed over to my new life. Well, it did, just in a much different and arguably more sadistic way."

I shifted my eyes to her for a moment before I went back to the entry.

Day 76

It is a down day, no training for us newborns and no real direction as far as leisure time. Jasper seems to be uptight for some reason, snapping at everyone, growling at anything. It does not take a genius to figure him out, but it does take a bit of dedication to the cause. I figured out a long time ago that he needs some form of constant control or he is as lost as a lamb in the jungle. I also figured out that I am the only one that is safe from his pissy-ass attitude. Anyone else that did half the shit I do would not only get ripped apart, but burned as well. So far today, I have been relieved of three fingers and a toe because I poked him with it, but he just seems to get more and more pissed off.

I thought about trying to talk to him, but from the look in his eyes, that would be stupid, even for me. Hmm, what to do? Looking at the hand missing fingers I get a really stupid, beyond retarded and border line suicidal idea. Maria called off training today because she had to bounce out for one reason or another, but that didn't necessarily mean that we couldn't, just that we didn't have to.

Looking at Jasper out of the corner of my eye, I can see him looking at me, his eyes were dark and that trademark glare set firmly on his face. Like I said, suicidal; but fun none the less. His brow rose, probably from my emotions and his eyes go just that much darker. I try to hide the smirk on my face behind my notebook, but I know it's not working. Even if I can hide my features, my giddy emotions will get me every fucking time. The question is, how do I go about this? That is a no-brainer. Sticking my tongue out works every time. More on this later when I get my hands back. Is it fucked up that I am actually looking forward to this? Thought so.

Kiss kiss, I'm out bitches!

I was floored at reading this. I remember that day. It was the anniversary of the day I found out that my wife was cheating on me. It took two years, but Maria figured out that if there was training that day, the entire army would get wiped out and she liked how they were looking that year and didn't want them all killed. This little shit provoked me on purpose.

FLASHBACK

I was sitting at my desk while my little pet was sitting on the cot writing in a notebook. Every once and a while I could feel her eyes on me, but I ignored it, until I felt her emotions start to swirl from content to conspiring. I looked over at her and I saw her look at me out of the corner of her eye. She closed her notebook and set it aside before she crossed her arms, gave me a condescending look, and stuck her tongue out at me. I growled a warning and she gave me the finger. That was the last straw. I dove at her and she jumped over my head and landed behind me in a crouch and snickered.

"You're getting slow Major."

Snarling, I launched at her catching her right before she had a chance to dodge and we went crashing through the wall of my cabin, rolling around on the ground like two dogs fighting over a bitch in heat, growling, snarling, snapping and clawing at each other. She was able to get a foot in my chest and pushed me off her.

I landed on my feet and she rolled to hers. I crouched and so did she. I shot forward and so did she. I went high, she went low and base slid under me. She recovered before I did and speared me in the back, catching me off guard enough to not have footing and once again, we were tumbling around on the ground. She laughed and I stopped for a moment. 'She's enjoying this?' That was when I figured out she wanted to play. It almost brought a smile to my face, but I held it in and switched my tactics from trying to kill her to fucking around.

The beginning of our fight had caught the attention of a lot of people and as we were circling each other looking for the other's weak spot, we ended up in the middle of a ring of people watching us.

She growled and lunged forcing me to go in the defensive. I ducked her attempt, but she was ready for the counter and blocked the hit, but was knocked on her back. I dove at her, but she got her feet up in time and flipped me over her, using my momentum and flipped with me landing and sitting on my chest. She got the win and rolled off me. She stood up and looked down at me, "Best two out of three?"

I won the contest and she smiled at me holding her arm to her chest, "Feel better now Major?"

I snorted as I walked away with her hand. I actually did feel much better

End flashback

I gave her her hand back as soon as she came inside. I asked her what she was thinking and she just smiled and went back to writing in her book. An hour after that I told her to get dressed and that we were going out for the night. She earned a night out and I wanted to get trashed.

Flashback

I was telling Peter to have a small training session with the newborns. Nothing hard, just some basic maneuvers when she came out of the bathroom. I turned to look at her and the words died on my tongue. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a short jean skirt that had holes in different places. Her halter top ended at the bottom of her ribs and was a crimson red with a black-stitched design and was wearing arm bands that matched her halter that cut across her palms and went up her forearms to cover her still healing wrist. Her boots came up to her knees and had a four inch heel and laced up the front. Her hair was in a high pony tail and she had on light makeup. She was absolutely gorgeous.

She did a twirl, "This alright?"

I cleared my throat and nodded, not trusting my voice to sound right. Turning to Peter, I wanted to groan when I was his shit eating grin. "We will be back in the morning. You're in charge until I get back."

"You got it. Have fun you two." I raised a brow at his back. That's it?

Rolling my eyes I turned back to Bella, "Ready?"

She smiled, "Sure am. This is going to be so much fun!"

I chuckled and held my arm out for her to take. I walked her to the shed where I kept my bike. It was the only thing I kept from my time with the Cullen coven and it was my baby. She took one look at it and a wide grin spread across her face before she squealed, "Dear god in heaven, she's beautiful." She turned that smile on me and my dick twitched. "Why didn't you tell me you had a bike?" Then her face fell.

I cocked my head to the side, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, "I was just wondering what happened to mine when I never showed to pay my rent at my apartment. She wasn't nearly as nice as this, but she was still my baby."

My eyes widened, "You had a bike?"

She shrugged, "It was a rebel thing. My parents hated it, and Edward would have blown the fucker up. I did a lot of things after those three years passed me by that I knew he would have hated and disapproved of. The bike was the first, then there was base jumping, sky diving, deep sea diving, hang gliding and I ran with the bulls once."

I snorted as I helped her on the back on my bike. "What the hell did you do? Sit down and think about every last thing he would have hated and fucking did it?"

She shrugged again as she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed my thighs with hers to tell me she was set. "More or less. There was still more on the list I wanted to do, but the danger factor is just not there anymore defeating the purpose entirely."

We were on the road and she was leaning with me in every curve like a pro as I thought about what she said. She really did change a lot over the past five years. I didn't know her story, but the more she brought it up, the more I wanted to know it and the more I couldn't wait to make her mine.

After the win she got over on me tonight though, she is closer to what I wanted her to be. Just a little more and she will be ready.

End flashback

Fourteen days later I bit her the first time marking her as mine and six months after that I made her my mate. Every day she got better, stronger and more in tune with me. She can predict my every move, can point out and fix my every mood. She can stand against me and win half the time and come close others. She really is the perfect mate.

Looking down at her as she finished her cigarette, she looked content, probably for the first time since we crossed paths again. Taking a drink of the random bottle, I damn near threw up when I realized what I grabbed. I, just like her, cannot stand gin. So I did what any one in my position would do. I threw the fucking bottle across the room and took hers.

She didn't take too kindly to that, however. With a "Hey you fucker!" she twisted around, straddled my hips and started to wrestle with me to get her drink back. I doubt that she took into consideration that in her trying to get it back, she was actually making it spill all over the damn place. "Jasper you ass hole, give it back!"

Giving her a shit eating grin, I shifted and held it out of her reach. "What do I get out of it?"

She gave me a blank stare that clearly said 'are you fucking serious?' "You take my drink because you didn't take the time to find something you actually drink, then expect me to give you something in exchange for something that was mine in the first damn place? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"You would actually be surprised how often I get asked that."

"No, I really wouldn't. Now give it back you jerk." She lunged for the bottle and in doing so, somehow managed to take us both to the ground and because I was not expecting the sudden relocation, said bottle ended up flying out of my hand and smashed against the wall. When she sound reached her ears her face took on quite the pathetic looking pout. "That was the last of the Tequila."

I snorted, "Bella, Darling', I can always get you more."

Her bottom lip started to tremble telling me how intoxicated she actually was. "But, that was mine and that was the last of it here. You said that we were going to stay here for the next two days, so how the hell are you going to get more?"

Tilting my head back to find out what time it was, or at least where the sun was in the sky, an idea came to mind that I was sure she was going to love. Looking back at her and seeing her eye the broken bottle and liquid that was soaking into the carpet, I bucked my hips to get her attention. I, however, was not expecting to get a choked moan in response. Her head snapped down and her eyes locked on mine and there was shock, disbelieve and desire in her eyes, not that that was so much of a shock to me. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but that is the look that is almost always in her eyes when she looks at me when she is drunk. And also as always, the desire is the most prominent one. Hells yeah; however, right now is not the time. I'm hungry and I want to take her out to for a night on the town.

Sitting up, propped heavily on my hands, I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to her lips. Pulling back I smirked at the look on her face. "Why don't you get dressed up while I eat? When you're ready, I am going to take you out for the night."

The smile she gave me put the sun to shame in its brightness. "Really?"

I nodded, "This is supposed to be our vacation right? So, go get dressed and we will go." She lunged at me, threw her arms around my neck and planted a loud smacking kiss on my cheek before she jumped up and ran to our room calling over her shoulder, "You're the best Jazz!"

Getting to my feet with a chuckle, I went looking for my dinner. Making quick work of the two remaining humans, I called James to tell him that we were going out and to come clean up the mess and to do something about the smell. After that I called the front desk to have them ready my car and then the local club to reserve a V.I.P. room. When that was done I went to our room to change out of the blood-covered clothes and stopped dead in my tracks at the vision that is my mate. She was wearing a short black skirt that stopped mid-thigh that was pleated like that of a school girl. She wore a tight white short sleeved button up with the top few buttons undone showing off the top of her breasts giving you a peek at the black bra she was wearing with a short black and pink tie loose around her neck out lining and drawing your attention to her chest. The shirt was not only tight; it was short giving you a heavy dose of her flat and toned stomach. She was again wearing arm bands that went from her wrists to just below her elbows that matched her tie. The black knee high boots had a five inch heel and her hair was up in pig tales with pink ribbons hiding the ties. She looked every bit the Gothic school girl.

Walking up behind her while she was doing her makeup, I slid my fingers lightly across her exposed tummy and ran my nose up her neck, smirking at the tremor that caressed her spine from skull to tailbone. She tilted her head to the side giving me more flesh to play with. Kissing and nipping my way up her neck to her ear, I took the lobe in my mouth and scraped it with my teeth. "You look good enough to eat, Darlin'." A moan was my answer as I ran my hand up her bare thigh to the hem of her skirt.

Continuing up and taking the scrap of cloth with me, I got a full view of her naked ass. Hmm, that is a thong I do not remember packing. As a matter of fact, I do not remember packing her the bra either. If memory serves, I didn't pack her any underwear. She must have had them on when we left the states. Eh, not like they got dirty or anything. This was not going to take as long as I thought, not with the sight that I am privileged with at the moment.

Moving the string out of my way, I let a finger slide slowly along her slit to the bud. Slowly circling it with the tip of my finger, I retraced my path backwards. She pushed back against me, her head down with her chin to her chest, a purr like groan spilling from her throat making me chuckle not only at the sound but at how wet she was already.

Quickly undoing the button and zipper on my jeans, I pushed them down far enough for my already hard and throbbing dick to break free. Giving it a few pumps, I grabbed it and rubbed it against her a few more time before I slid home to the hilt with a groan. There really is nothing like the feel of her swallowing me inside her glorious pussy. I would stay here forever if it was possible.

Wanting this to take a little bit of time, my strokes were slow but powerful. I was hunched over her back, face buried in her neck. Peppered kisses and soft nuzzling gained me a purr from her, and because at the moment everything is just as it should be between us, my own answering purr mixed with hers as my hips continued their slow pumps. I was not under any disillusion, however. We were both already slightly drunk and keyed up. It didn't take much to drive her to the brink and moving my hand between her thighs, one flick to her clit, she was pushed over; the tightness of her muscles squeezing me hard enough to follow.

This was a time for the books. I actually didn't bite her. With nothing more than a kiss to her shoulder blade, I pulled out of her. Reaching around her, I cupped her cheek and turned her to face me. She gave me a satisfied smile and I gave her a peck to the tip of her nose.

"Now you can finish up while I change."

She giggled as she leaned forward and buried her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around me. I chuckled at her and put my arms around her. She looked up at me with that happy smile still on her face, "You know Jazz, you really aren't that bad."

I butted my nose with hers and smirked, "You keep that shit to yourself little lady. Can't have that kind of crap getting out now can we?" She giggled again as I kissed her forehead before pulling away and heading off to the closet to change into something not covered in blood. I mean, gotta look good for my lady right?