JASPER'S POV

Leah and I drove back to Seattle in silence, however, the heat of the silence and the heat literally coming off the girl was stifling.

To say Leah was pissed to have been scared to the point of phasing is an understatement. She had confided in me that she did not enjoy turning into a giant wolf, especially now she had found her imprint.

As soon as we pulled into the garage of our building, Leah was out of the car before the car came to a complete stop. She'd manage to tie the sheet around her like a toga, and she looked like a caramel goddess.

As the elevator doors closed, I turned the key to press PH for our floor. I stepped back to stand beside Leah, I looked at her. She ignored my glances and didn't say a word, she just looked above at the floor numbers as they changed. Once the doors opened into the Penthouse, she threw her purse onto the console near the door and stomped off.

"VAMPIRE PLAYROOM, IN POSITION, 15 MINUTES, SUB!" Fuck she was pissed, and I'm really not sure why? But I did as I was commanded by my Mistress. I grabbed the key and unlocked the playroom. I walked in and turned the air on as low as it could go. If she really got worked up, she needed it to stay cool, since a wolfs temperature was normal at 108 degrees.

I removed my clothes and folded them neatly and placed them on the bench near the door. I fully kneeled with my back facing the door, knees shoulder width apart and my fingers laced behind my head. Exactly 10 minutes later, the door opened, as soon as she stepped in, I smelled her arousal at the sight of me. A smirk played slightly on my face before I became expressionless and cast my eyes to the floor. I then heard her heels as it made contact with the marble floor, as she walked slowly towards me. She walked around me in a full circle before she stood directly in front of me. She was wearing my favorite 6 inches fuck me heels, but I didn't dare look past her ankles until I was told to do so.

She was tapping a riding crop against her lower leg. "What's your color, sub?" She said in the most seductive voice. My dick was instantly hard.

"Yellow. Permission to speak freely, Mistress," I asked.

"You may, lover." She replied.

"Why am I being punished, Mistress?" I asked. She took the riding crop and placed it under my chin. It was then I noticed it was a human crop. She used it to signal me to lift my head to look at her. When I did I saw the smirk on her face. My eyes went wide at what she was wearing. She was wearing a cupless black and red corset. Her dark brown areolas and marble-sized nipples standing at attention. The red matching crotchless panties, showing her glistening lower lips made me hungry for her

"Who said this was a punishment, lover. But I am curious, how did Bella manage to wake up to watch us?"

"When I projected submission into you, I let the lethargy slip from her," I told her trying to lower my head, She pushed the riding crop telling me she wanted me to continue looking at her.

"Why didn't you stop," she asked.

"Well mostly for Bella and Carlisle. I wanted to know if she still desired to be dominated after the abuse she suffered. If they could still have a successful Don/sub relationship.

"And?"

"I sensed a longing and strong desire from her," I replied. She then dropped the riding crop and pried my hands from behind my head and brought them to her waist. I caressed her velvety smooth caramel skin.

"You said mostly, what was the other reason?" She asked me as she wrapped her arms around my neck, straddled my thighs and lowered herself down on my lap. I didn't answer until she was eye level with me.

"What can I say, puppy. I like voyeurism," She growled at me.

"Why the fuck couldn't I be from the Seminole tribe in Florida, at least I could be a Panther, that way I could be called something cute like a kitten." I laughed,

'First, if you were in Florida, you and I may have never met, the sun and all," She nodded in agreement. "Second, I happen to think puppies are the cutest things. Ever," I whispered in her ear.

"Shut up and fuck me," she commanded. So fucking bossy! I wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her, and using my free hand to grasp my incredibly hard cock to tease between her folds, before slipping the head into her heat and impaling her down my shaft. She hissed as she threw her head back. This thrust her breast into my face. I took one of her areolas into my mouth and lightly bit down on the nipple, careful not to draw blood. I was rewarded with another hiss

"Who would have ever thought, a vampire and a shifter could mate," She said as she continued to rise up and down on my cock. Her feet were still planted on the floor, using her strong powerful thigh muscles to propel her, but I needed a different angle. I pulled her down so I was seated fully inside her, and held her there, I then took one of her long legs and wrapped it around my hip then the other. This way I was pressed against her g-spot.

"Just think of all the beautiful babies we could make darlin'," I told her. I don't really know why I said it. I knew hybrids existed, but I never really thought about it before, until meeting Samuel and Isobel, and suddenly it became a reality. But obviously, Leah didn't see it that way. Because as soon as the words came out of my mouth, she froze, the sadness on her face broke my dead heart. She then bolted off of me and out of the playroom. I grabbed a robe off the hook on the back of the door and went after her. I found her laying across our bed balling her eyes out.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It was just a statement, if you don't want kids it's okay, or if you don't want them from me…" She started wailing louder. I laid down next to her and wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her back to my chest. I started pushing calm and tranquility into her so she could calm down enough to talk to me.

"Jasper, I want to be a mother more than anything, I just don't think I can. Ever since I phased, I stopped getting my period. And then, after I imprinted on you, I thought this was why. I didn't know vampires could reproduce. Until you told me about Bella's grandparents," She told me.

"Leah, baby, do you know how much I love you. I don't care if we never have babies. For most vampires, it's not a possibility, since they mostly find their mates as vampires. Vampire women can't carry a baby and sustain a growing life, but it's only when a vampire finds their mate in a human, like Carlisle and myself, would it be possible. Do you think if you were to stop phasing, you would get your period again?"

"I see two problems with that, first the blood. Second, I would no longer be immortal, and we wouldn't have eternity," She told me. The smile that came on my face at the thought she wanted eternity with me, was a mile wide. But she was right, I hadn't thought of any of that.

"Darlin' we could always talk to Carlisle, and see what he thinks," I told her. She just rolled her eyes.

"That crazy maniac, what was up with him anyway? He looked like what I always imagined vampires to look like from the stories I'd heard at the bonfire story time, from when I was a little girl. I thought they were just scary stories to scare little children. I knew of your family before I phased, then when I phased and learned you were the cold ones, I still thought they were just scary stories, until today.

"Darlin' all vampires have a darkness in them, however when a vampire like myself or Carlisle try to bury that darkness, an alter ego, so to speak, develops. Mine was from the trauma from the Southern Vampire Wars like I told ya. Carlisle's is for a totally different reason, but that's not my story to share. He's also very guarded about it, so I doubt he'll share it with you. But I will tell you, since being mated to Bella, he gradually slipped back into that darkness, and I think it has to do with protectin' his mate. It was when I found him in the basement torturing that fucker that raped Bella, that he was fully engulfed in darkness.

"Look, I have to go there tomorrow, you don't have to come if you're afraid of him, but I need to have a therapy session with him and Bella before they leave on their vacation," I explained to her.

"You still trust him, after what happened today?" She asked me.

"Leah, honey, Carlisle is one of the few people I trust with my life, and that list is very short. Peter, Charlotte and now you, round out that list," I replied.

"But what about Bella, you really trust him with Bella?"

"Darlin' Bella is his soul mate. They need each other. She was the only reason he was able to be brought out of that darkness. He would also be the only one to make her whole again. What happened today, may have startled her when he knocked the door down, but she has never been afraid of him. I've never felt anything but the purest love for him from her. She loves him more than herself right now. But darlin', that's enough talk about them. You know you left me with blue balls?" She giggled the sweetest laugh.

"Well I guess I need to take care of that, then," she said as she tried to roll me over onto my back. I shook my head

"Uh-Uh, I told you this was my week. I was only willin' to submit because I thought I pissed you off." Before I could even finish the statement, I had her arms and legs restrained.

"HEY!" She said as I was strapping her ankles to her arm restraints so she was spread open before me.

"You know, maybe we should stop tryin' to switch for each other, and dually take on a sub. What would you say to goin' to the club, after we get Carlisle and Isabella out of our hair and finding a sub we can double team as Dom and Domme?" I asked her.

"I think that's doable, but how 'bout you stop yapping Major. Since you've got me all trussed up and spread open, start fucking me," she said. I laughed and impaled her.

"So fuckin' bossy!" I said as I held on to her ankles while I fucked her to oblivion.

MEANWHILE BACK IN FORKS

CARLISLE'S POV

After Jasper and Leah left, I just held onto my mate. Her scent and her wrapped in my arms calmed me.

"I'm so sorry I scared you, my love," I said as we sat there still wrapped around each other.

"You just startled me. I've never been afraid of you. I'm so sorry I pushed you away. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was confused," She told me

"Baby you don't have to apologize to me. You've been through a very traumatic experience. It's hard to know who to trust after that," I told her. She shook her head.

"It's not that I don't trust you. From the day I met you, I knew I could trust you with my life. I just—After everything that happened with Phil, James, and Edward, I just didn't want to believe, anyone could want me after that. Carlisle, I love you, more than life its self," she told me

I then picked her up bridal style, applying butterfly kisses over her face, as I carried her to her bed. I laid her down gently, climbed into bed with her and wrapped her up in my arms. She groaned, and I took another sniff, and I smelled blood. I became scared. I thought I had hurt her somehow, or maybe Leah, when she phased on the fly. But I took another sniff, maybe she was bleeding internally when she crashed into me trying to protect me from Leah and caused internal injuries. But the smell was all wrong, this was not live blood. This blood was dead blood. My heart lept for joy.

"Bella!" I said shooting up from the bed to look at her. She must have seen the joy in my eyes.

"Bella, I think you need a "human" moment sweetheart. Do you need me to help you?" At first, she looked at me confused until she felt the cramping again.

"Oh, OH! I almost forgot. Why are you so happy about that?" She asked.

"Well, sweetheart, I was worried they may have gotten you pregnant, but since you are about to start your…not only that, it will also flush away their dead seed inside of you. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

"Baby, I will get you something for your cramping," I called out to her.

"And the blood, it won't bother you? Or anyone else in the house?" She asked.

"Baby, I really don't know. We've never been around anyone that was menstruating. But I have never wanted you for your blood, so no," I told her as I came back into the room. Sweetheart, I would like for you to use the pads if you don't mind. I'd like for you to heal more down there before you use tampons," I told her.

"But I don't…OH! Alice or Esme must have stocked them for me," When she was finished, she came out of the bathroom. I gave her a couple of pills for pain and a bottle of water.

"Carlisle, do you not want me to get pregnant? She asked me with her eyes gazed at the floor and playing with the cap of the bottle. I walked up to her and took the bottle from her. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. She still refused to look at me. I lifted her chin and made her look at me.

"Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than to see you with a swollen belly carrying my child. Were you hoping to be pregnant? I wouldn't think you would have wanted a child that way? I wouldn't think you would want a reminder of everything you've been through.

"I just wanted someone that was all my own, that would love me unconditionally. And I know I would be a good mother because I know what a bad one is. But I see your point. But I wouldn't think of her that way. She would have been a part of me no matter what," I looked at this remarkable woman, and my heart swelled. I needed to heal her first. Then if she wanted a family, I would marry her, and I would give her everything she ever wanted, including children.

"Come, sweetheart, let me make you some tea and something to eat. It may help with your cramping. Then I will read to you. How does that sound?" She nodded and followed me downstairs. As we descended the stairs, she noticed the sticky footprints on the hardwood floors. I picked her up and carried her on my back, so she wouldn't have to step in it with her bare feet.

"What is that?" She asked. I looked at her, I wasn't sure if I should tell her or not. "Carlisle please, don't keep anything from me, or lie to me. I trust that anything you have done, you did to keep me safe," She told me with curious eyes.

"Bella, its part of what's left of James. I didn't realize I tracked him in on my shoes," I told her looking her straight in the eyes.

"So when you say, part of what's left…where is the rest of him?" I took a deep unneeded breath before answering her.

"In the basement," I told her.

"He—He—He's still in the basement?" She became frightened again.

"Bella, I swear he can't hurt you," I wrapped her in my arms and brought her to my chest.

"I thought vampires weren't dead until they were burned. Like you burned Edward," She stated.

"How do you know about Edward?" I pushed her from my chest so I could look in her eyes.

"Jasper told me. He also said that Charlie went away to take care of Renee' and Phil," she now had a hard look in her eyes.

"I want to see him," She stated as a matter-of-factly. "Why haven't you burned him?" She asked me.

"I was waiting until you went to sleep," I told her.

"I want to watch him burn," she told me. I nodded to her. I took her by the hand and went to the garage and retrieved a shovel. We then descended to the basement, where he was still smashed against the floor, some of his pieces still wiggling on the floor trying to piece themselves together.

"EWWW! That is gross," she said pulling a face, half hiding behind me. "Where's his head?" she asked. I pointed to the wall where it was embedded in the cinder block wall.

"How did you do it?" She asked me. I knitted my eyebrows together. Did she really want to know the details?

"I want to know. I want to know how this asshole, that tortured me for years met his end," I could see she went from being sad, to disgusted to angry. I pointed to the flogger, I threw aside. She went over and picked it up. She examined it.

"It's heavy. Are these teeth?" I nodded.

"Werewolf teeth," I explained.

"Like the Quilietes?" she asked with horror written over her face.

"No sweetheart, technically, the Quiluetes are not werewolves, they are shapeshifters, or Spirit Warriors to be exact. They are actually Guardians. This particular guardian just happens to take the form of a wolf and can phase at will. Real werewolves, or as we call them, Children of the Moon, phase only on a full moon, were almost rendered extinct, by the rulers of the Vampire community." She thought over everything I told her.

"Carlisle, is this the first time you've killed anyone? She asked me. The question caught me off guard and I wasn't sure how to answer her. I just promised I would never lie to her, but if I told her the truth, would she hate me? Would she then become frightened of me? I wanted to tell her, but I knew I couldn't live without her in my life.

"Bella I don't want to lie to you, the simple answer is no, it is not. I would like to explain, but I think it best if I did while Jasper is here tomorrow for our therapy session," I told her.

"Carlisle, that's fine. Whatever it is. I already love you," she told me with a smile, however, the smile did not reach her eyes. Instead, she picked up the flogger, which she had to use both hands to carry, and walked over to the head. I saw pure hatred in her eyes. She tried to raise the flogger overhead, but I could see, if she swung it, the teeth would fly back and catch her skin. But I saw that she wanted to enact her own revenge.

"Would you like some help? You will injure yourself the way you are holding it," I told her. She nodded her head. So I walked up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and slightly off to my left, while I placed my right hand over hers taking most of the weight of the flogger from her. When we swung it, it bore deep gashes across his face, ripping his ear and an eyeball out. What little venom that was left leaked from the scars. When a mewling escaped his lips, which I knew, would have been a growl but without vocal cords, it sound more like a whimper, Bella let go of the flogger and moved behind me. I looked over my shoulder at her, she was frightened but still angry.

"Would you like to just burn it instead?" I asked her. A small smile played on her face and she nodded her head like a bobblehead. I chuckled. I snatched up his head by the hair and handed it to her. She held it away from herself as if it would bite. I then went over and picked up the shovel, and scooped up his remaining pieces and carried them up the stairs and out through the patio door off from the kitchen, and put them into the outdoor firepit.

"Should I put the head in now?" She asked.

"Well you can, but if you really want to torture him, I can start the fire with his pieces he will feel them burn, then you can throw his head in afterward." She smiled more.

"Yes, let's do that," she said. So I pulled my lighter, struck it against my blue jeans and tossed it into the pit. It caught alight immediately. There was a lot of venom. She looked at the expression on his face from the pain he was experiencing.

"BURN IN HELL, YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT!" she said before tossing the head into the pit.

I sat us down in a patio chair with her on my lap. She leaned her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded her head and sighed again.

"I just thought I'd feel happier," she said.

"Sort of anticlimactic?" I asked She nodded her head.

"You still haven't eaten, you know. I stated matter-of-factly. Then she sat straight up, turned her head to face me and smiled.

"Wait here!" She jumped up clapping her hands together, reminding me of Alice. She ran in the house, minutes later, she came back out, with a poker from the fireplace, a bag of marshmallows, a box of crackers and a chocolate bar, and a serving tray. She then pulled up her chair closer to the fire. She beckoned me with her hand to come closer. I pulled up my chair next to hers. She placed the tray on my lap and gave me instructions.

"Break the Graham Crackers into a square and make two rows. Break the chocolate bar up and place a square on half of them," I did as she said, amused at what she was doing. She placed marshmallows on the poker and held them over the pit. When the marshmallows started to melt from the heat, she placed one on top of the cracker and chocolate, making a sandwich, with a naked cracker. When she was done with the four marshmallows she had on the poker, she placed it on the ground and picked up one of her unusual little sandwich cookies. When she bit into it the glee that came over her face, was the climatic ending she was hoping for. She licked the melting chocolate from her fingers, and she was almost giddy.

"Have you never had this before?" I asked.

"OH GOD NO! And it tastes even better than they make it look on TV," She said as she quickly dug into the next three.

"I've never been camping, and there was never enough money for extras like chocolate and graham cracker," she told me as she giggled. Suddenly, Alice, Esme, and Rosalie came through the trees.

"So it's true!" Alice said as she ran up to Bella for a hug. "Welcome back B!" Alice squealed.

"My gosh, I've never seen someone have so much fun making s'mores," Rosalie said.

"I've never had them before," Bella giggled.

"What are they called?" I asked

"S'MORES!" all the women exclaimed at once. I laughed heartily, holding up my hands in surrender. Then the other women finally noticed the purple smoke.

"Who are we roasting? Rosalie asked. Bella gave her an evil smirk.

"James," was the one-word answer Bella gave, as she loaded more marshmallows on her poker. The women gave cackling laughter.

"Well, that would explain having so much fun making s'mores!" Rosalie laughed as she hugged Bella.