Beta'd by my Mynxi
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Jasper
The next couple of days were spent helping Bella adjust to vampire life and her new talents. That is, when Peter and Emmett weren't trying to instigate fights between us, hoping for another round of makeup sex like what occurred after the last argument Bella and I had. They finally quit when Bella clapped her hands once and their heads knocked together.
In working with her talents, it seemed that she was able to deflect the emotions I attempted to send her, but not physical attacks, so at this stage we figured her mental shield was, as the term implied, that of the mental variety. She didn't yet have full control of her telepathic capabilities; it seemed at this point she wasn't able to move inanimate objects, but with concentration she was able to manipulate us with simple hand gestures as if she were some kind of puppet master.
Carlisle and Esme arrived a little over a week after Bella's change. She felt she was ready for a visit, but I internally questioned whether or not she was ready for the onslaught of desire that Carlisle had for her. I reckoned it was gonna be even worse now that she had pretty much attained utter physical perfection as a vampire.
Peter and Emmett went to open the gate for them down the hill at the end of the driveway, while Bella flitted back and forth across the room pacing nervously.
"Why are you so nervous, darlin'?"
She scowled at me and didn't answer. I shrugged and looked out the window to watch Carlisle and Esme pull up in front of the house in Esme's silver Mercedes M-class SUV. Carlisle's S55 would never have made it up this road.
Rose came and took Bella's hand, forcing her to stop. "Quit fucking pacing, will you? You've got nothing to be nervous about; you look beautiful and you're able to do cool shit now. Stop stressing about it ok? Now, let's go greet dear sweet mummy and daddy," she finished mockingly. I followed as Rose dragged her to the door. Bella's apprehension grew three-fold when Rose threw the door open; Esme was just walking on to the porch. Esme froze and her hand flew to her mouth
"Bella! My god you're gorgeous!" She opened her arms for a hug, though she moved toward Bella with caution.
"Oh, geez Esme, I'm not going to hurt you," Bella scoffed and fell into Esme's embrace. Esme hugged her and then pulled back a little, holding Bella's head between her hands, to examine her more closely. "Just stunning," she whispered; I could feel the maternal love flowing from her.
Bella chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Well, it's not like I was hideous before."
"Oh, of course not, darling! I didn't mean…" Esme stammered and Bella laughed again.
"Relax Mom, I was just kidding."
All of a sudden, Bella and I were both hit by an epic wave of lust and desire; I knew that Bella felt it because she stiffened and her eyes met mine curiously, thinking at first I was behind it. I indicated to her with a quick shift of my eyes that the individual responsible had just stepped onto the porch with Peter, Char, and Emmett in tow. Carlisle stood motionless upon the porch, gaping shamelessly at Bella. Esme narrowed her eyes at her husband; he was really fortunate she wasn't an empath or his head would've been removed by now.
"Jesus, Daddy C, try to keep it in your pants, would ya?" Bella said with a scowl. "I'm surprised you're not humping my leg right now, holy shit!"
"Damn it Carlisle!" Esme hissed, as Carlisle appeared to finally snap out of it, embarrassment took over as his dominant emotion.
"Oh my. Er, please forgive me. I was just taken aback by," he paused as his eyes trailed down Bella's physique and back up again, "the exquisite results of your transformation," he finished with a near purr.
I struggled to contain my growl. Esme didn't.
"You know Esme, I'm a little thirsty; feel like going for a hunt with me?" Bella asked as she shot a glare at Carlisle.
"Yes, Bella. I think I will, thank you." Her demeanor toward Carlisle was definitely frosty, however Carlisle was oblivious to this. He and I were gonna need to have that fuckin' chat after all.
"Rose, Char? You guys want to come along?" Bella offered. Char had accompanied Bella on a hunt a few days ago, and decided to try bear. Unlike Peter, she didn't find it entirely unpleasant.
"Sure, sugar. Yay, girl time!" Char agreed enthusiastically.
Rose smiled. "Yeah, let's go." She spared a fleeting scowl at Carlisle and then the four ladies filed off of the porch.
"See you later," Bella said to me with a conspiring smile. "We'll be back in a couple hours."
"Have fun girls," Carlisle said to Bella's ass, which was moving deliciously under her cotton sundress.
Emmett watched him incredulously while Peter just shook his head in dismay, probably having a clue as to what was about to take place. I wasn't sure what was gonna take place, but I was certain this shit was gonna stop right the fuck now. I was in Carlisle's face in a flash.
"Carlisle Cullen, what the fuck is your problem?" I growled.
He jumped and his eyes widened in surprise at my tone. "Wh-what do you mean Jasper?" he stammered, though he knew full fuckin' well what I meant. The guilt he was feeling confirmed that much, and I knew if it were possible he'd be blushing right now.
"Honestly, Carlisle, if you came all the way down here just to ogle my mate, you may as well get back in that car and leave, because I ain't gonna lie: you're about this close to gettin' your fuckin' ass kicked." I held up my thumb and forefinger together, nearly touching the two together, in his face to demonstrate.
"Yeah, Carlisle," Emmett spoke up. "Did you even see Esme's face? What are you thinkin'?"
He sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat. "You're right. I'm sorry Jasper. I don't know what my problem is where Bella is concerned. I mean no disrespect to either of you, or to Esme, and for that I do apologize. My behavior is out of line."
"You're goddamn right it's out of line!" I growled.
Peter stepped up. "Think about it Carlisle. Bella's an empath now. If Jasper doesn't end up kicking your ass, Bella will if this continues; you can pretty much count on it. We get it, don't we Emmett?" He glanced back at Emmett who nodded, shrugging one shoulder. Peter continued, "Bella's hot as fuck now, but she's Jasper's mate and he's got a track record for volatility where that is concerned. For the sake of family harmony, get your shit in check before you get your head, and your dick, ripped off."
Carlisle nodded. "Yes, yes of course. Bella is my daughter and I should treat her as such. I'll certainly try," he said.
"See that you do," I replied with narrowed eyes.
There was a moment of awkward silence, until Peter clucked his tongue and rocked back on his heels with a chuckle. "Sooo, Edward's getting married huh? When's the big day?"
What?
Bella
I could tell Jasper's patience with Carlisle was wearing thin. Hell, I was getting pretty damned annoyed with it myself. Carlisle had been eye-fucking me from the moment he stepped onto the porch. It went from flattering to a little creepy in a matter of seconds. Poor Esme was so mad, I though she was about to rip his balls off, so I offered to take her hunting and let Jasper have an apparently overdue chat with our beloved patriarch.
What surprised me was that Esme didn't feel any jealousy toward me. I knew that if Jasper was making an ass of himself over some other female, I wouldn't be quite so cordial to the female in question.
We set off into the woods and I let Esme take the lead; she ran hard, releasing some of her pent up anger, but apparently it wasn't enough. We reached an area in the woods not far from where Jasper and I had our first round of rough and dirty vamp sex. There had been repeats of such since then, of course.
Esme stopped and suddenly screamed in a fit of rage, and then punched a tree, hacking out a rather large chunk of it. Char and I looked at each other with wide eyes, as Rose just smirked. Unlike Char and I, Rose had seen this side of Esme before. "Go ahead and fuck it up if you need to Esme. We'll use it for firewood later," she encouraged.
Esme punched the tree a few more times, growling expletives intermingled with Carlisle's name as she went. It finally audibly cracked under the assault, and then she gave it a solid kick, toppling it over. She then kicked it several more times, destroying the leather sneakers on her feet. She stopped, looked at them in disgust, yanked them off and continued pulverizing the log with her bare feet. Finally, she sat down on a portion of the fallen log that was still relatively intact.
I sent her a tiny wave of calm, unsure of whether she'd want my assistance or not. She looked at me and gave me half-smile. "Thank you Bella. And thanks for waiting until I got it out of my system; I really needed that."
"Feel better, sugar?" Char asked, sitting down next to her and taking her hand. Esme nodded at her and then stared at the ground. Rage and hurt still simmered beneath the surface.
I felt like I should apologize, but for what, or how, I wasn't quite sure. "Um, Esme, about Carlisle," I began, but she cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"It's not your fault Bella. Carlisle has always had a thing for 'bad girls'," she air-quoted, "Not that I think of you as a bad girl, but going from how you were when we first met you, to the person you are today, well your loss of innocence and naiveté seems to have caught Carlisle's attention. It's one thing when he has those notions about random sluts," she smiled apologetically, "Not that I'm calling you a slut dear, but it's made for some fun times in the bedroom. But now that his focus is on someone in our family, well I'm not going to stand for that." She growled and threw her fist down on the section of log beside her, sending another chunk flying. "He recently called out 'Besme!' while we were making love, for God's sake!" she growled.
Wow, I really, really, didn't need to know that. Even Rose and Char cringed. "Huh, wow, yeah I'd say that's… inappropriate."
"Well he can forget about me ever wearing the brunette wig again, I can tell you that much."
I didn't think my eyes could go any wider, but I was wrong. Please God, someone, make it stop. I felt the familiar itch in my throat and decided to share it with Esme, hoping to distract her.
"Gee, I'm thirsty. Are you ladies ready to hunt?" she asked. Success! We took off in the direction of some elk that were grazing not too far away.
We disposed of the elk carcasses and settled onto the grass along a nearby creek. A sudden thought jolted me. Holy shit, seriously? "Edward's getting married?"
Esme gasped in shock at my outburst as Rose and Char cried, "WHAT?"
Esme looked at me in amazement. "Yes, he is dear. I was going to tell you later today. But who told you? He only called to tell us the news last night; did he call you guys too?"
Oh right, Esme wasn't privy yet to my other gifts. "I, uh…"
"She knows shit," Rose and Char finished in bored unison.
She looked at me wide-eyed. "Like Peter?" We nodded.
"So what's the story?" I asked, prodding her for details.
"There's not really much of a story, I'm afraid. He and Tanya have been together several months now and they've decided to make it official," Esme explained. There was no mention of how in love they were.
"He's settling," I stated, because I was fairly positive that was the case.
"Tanya's been after Edward for decades. I think he's decided he has no reason to continue running." Her eyes met mine. "She knows that you still hold a significant portion of his heart, but he loves her enough. I guess that's good enough for her," Esme finished with a slight shrug.
"How do you know all this?" Rose asked her with her eyebrow raised.
"Carmen and I speak on the phone quite regularly." Carmen was Tanya's surrogate mom, for all practical purposes, much like Esme was for us.
"That's kind of sad," Char said. I had to agree; I found the idea of settling for less than true love rather unappealing, even though I was close to doing so years ago with Jacob.
"When is the wedding?"
"In October, at the Denali homestead. You probably won't be ready yet to be around humans to make the trip though."
"I wouldn't say that. It's over three months away, you never know." Except I did know that I'd be there. I wasn't sure why but I knew that my and Jasper's attendance would be required at this wedding. "What do you say we head back?" I suggested.
We raced back to the house, with me taking the lead this time, and found the four males in the living room. Peter and Emmett were watching some manly-man movie starring the ever fuckable Jason Statham; looked like one of the Transporter movies. Bald or not, he is one sexy motherfucker. Jasper and Carlisle were seated across the room and appeared to be having an in-depth conversation about my transformation.
"Hey baby," I said as I entered the room. I bent down and kissed Jasper on his mouth before sitting next to him on the couch. Esme was still a little miffed at Carlisle, only narrowing her eyes at his greeting, and then sat down next to Rose and began to flip through one of Char's decorator magazines.
Carlisle's expression faltered a little, looking at the floor apologetically before turning his gaze upon me. I could feel the effort he was making to keep his lustful thoughts at bay. "How are you handling the vegetarian diet? Are you finding animals satisfactory?" he asked rather clinically.
I shrugged. "I guess so. I haven't been around humans so I haven't experienced their scent to be able to compare. I can say that, for me, I can't fathom feeding from a human, no matter how delicious they may smell. I'm not a heathen like some fuckers around here," I teased. "So yes, I find the diet satisfactory."
"Suck it Stella," came Peter's retort from across the room. His eyes didn't budge from the screen.
"Do you have a preference?" Carlisle asked.
"Bear." I glanced over at Emmett and grinned as he gave me the 'Sup nod.
"And your… talent? Jasper says you're an empath."
"Among other things, yes," I hedged. Esme knew, so that cat was out of the bag.
"Other things?" Carlisle looked at Jasper in curiosity.
"Bella has a certain, ah, cognitive intuition, much like Peter's," Jasper explained.
"She knows shit," chimed in the peanut gallery from across the room.
"Really? Astounding!" Carlisle exclaimed. So how does that work, specific concentration?" The lust had taken a backseat in his thirst for knowledge.
"Uh no, shit just comes to my brain inexplicably. For example, while on our hunt, I realized that Edward was now engaged before Esme had a chance to tell me. I just knew."
"Incredible. And about that, you're ok with it, aren't you?"
"Who gives a shit whether or not I'm ok with it? Edward can do whatever he wants."
Carlisle smiled. "Of course. I suppose you know the wedding is in October in Denali."
I nodded. "Yes, Esme told me. We'll be there."
Jasper looked at me with his eyebrow cocked. "Four months may be a little soon for you to be exposed to and traveling with humans."
"I'll be fine," I answered him. "We're going."
Jasper opened his mouth to argue, but Peter interjected "She's right Jasper; we're all going."
I felt an air of determination coming from Peter's direction, and I wondered if Peter had had the same notion that I did.
"I'll be ready, don't worry," I assured Jasper. He stared at me and then finally nodded in acceptance.
"Where will you start Bella's exposure to humans?" Carlisle asked.
"We figured we'd start with a hiking trail that's an hour or so away from here. It's fairly popular with local nature-loving humans. It's a controllable enough environment with the added seclusion of the forest, should things go… poorly." Jasper glanced at me apologetically.
Carlisle and Jasper continued to confer over how I should be exposed to humans. I left them to it and wandered back to my and Jasper's bedroom. My guitar caught my eye, so I carefully picked it up and sat down in the chair by the window. I hadn't played since before my change and I'd really missed playing. Gently, I started strumming one of the songs I'd been picking up not long before my change. I'd added to my Nirvana setlist, this one was "Polly". Playing came so much more easily now, much to my delight.
I lost myself in the music, playing song after song that I'd once struggled over. I switched from my typical 90s grunge music that I'd come to love so much, thanks to Jasper's influence, and began picking out a Kelly Clarkson song I remembered loving as a human, having related to the words so well. I'd never played it before, but after humming a few bars I figured it out.
Grew up in a small town,
And when the rain would fall down,
I'd just stare out my window.
Dreaming of what could be,
And if I'd end up happy.
I would pray.
Trying not to reach out
But when I try to speakout
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
I stared out the window as I played and softly sang to myself. I became aware of the swirling emotions in the room; the love I felt, I recognized its source immediately. Jazz loved to watch me play and hear me sing, he had since that first time with the Alice in Chains song. Music was just one more thing he and I bonded over. The surge of pride and awe I felt soon after, however, was new. I glanced toward the doorway and leaned against the doorjamb opposite of Jasper was Esme, who looked like she'd be crying if she could. I finished the song and she clasped her hands to her chest.
"Bella, I didn't know you could play the guitar! And your voice? Sweetheart, you sing like an angel! Will you play another?"
"Sure Esme, how about this one?"
I started strumming a 4 Non Blondes song that I knew Jasper loved, and as I caught his eye, he nodded in approval, flashing me my favorite lazy grin. I looked back down to the guitar as I played; I didn't like to make eye contact while I sang, it made me feel awkward.
25 years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man,
For whatever that means
So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
I smiled to myself as I played when I felt Rose and Char enter the room. I'd become very familiar with the emotional personalities of my four roomies. Halfway through the song, I felt the presence of another; adoration was the dominant emotion, and it was threatening to give way to desire. Carlisle. I'll give Daddy C credit, he was trying. I think he understood Jazz was liable to fuck him up if he didn't get a grip on that.
Rose and Char joined in for the final repetitions of the chorus, and as I finished, I looked up and smiled at my family as they applauded. "Thanks guys."
Now if Carlisle and Esme weren't here, this is the part where I set my guitar aside and Jazz and I engage in some hot monkey lovin'. My eyes met his, which were slightly darkened. Even if I couldn't feel his lust, I would've known where his mind was at. I quickly flickered my gaze from his eyes to the window and then back to his again.
"I'm gonna go out for a run in the woods darlin', care to join me?" he drawled, lazy grin still in play. Real subtle Jazz.
"Sure, I guess I could, uh, feed again."
We weren't fooling anybody of course. Rose and Char rolled their eyes and left the room; Esme smirked at us and then followed them out. Carlisle picked up on what we were off to do, and as his eyes met mine, I saw them darken with desire.
Jazz's eyes narrowed and I could tell he was close to growling at him. Time for a distraction. I flicked my hand at him in a swatting motion and his head knocked back and collided with the wall behind him, as if he'd just taken an uppercut punch to the chin. Jazz snorted as Carlisle's eyes widened in disbelief.
I smirked at Carlisle as I passed by him to leave the room. "You really should go make up with Esme, she's about this close to ripping your balls off," I said, pinching my thumb and forefinger together.
I heard Jasper chuckle behind me. "Forgot to mention she can do that shit too. We'll be back in a while."
I headed out the back door with him close on my heels. Once outside, he stopped me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzled me behind my ear. "Do you know how fuckin' much I love you right now?" he whispered in my ear.
"How about you show me?" I purred at him.
"Oh I intend to," he smirked and then as his mouth slammed down upon mine, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and we stole away into the woods.
As we ran, I inched my hand down between us and unbuckled his belt, then reached down inside to grab his already hard member. "Damn, Baby," I murmured as I began to stroke him. He groaned in my mouth and, grasping my ass with one hand to hold me in place, he used the other to free himself from his jeans. He then reached under my dress, tore away my panties and thrust himself inside of me. I gyrated against him feeling him twitch within me as he ran, the pounding of his steps causing me to bounce and giving me some of the friction I was craving, but it wasn't enough. "I need more, Jazz," I moaned against his lips, and nipped at his lip. "Stop running and fuck me already."
He stopped, leaned back against a tree, lifted my hips away pulling almost all the way out of me, and then slammed me back down again. I cried out and unwrapped my legs from his waist, instead anchoring one foot on either side him against the tree and leaned back to allow him to fill me completely with each thrust. I held onto his arms, feeling the muscles move under my hands as he moved my hips back and forth against him. "Take that dress off Darlin', I need to see you," he drawled. I pulled my dress over my head and slipped my bra off. "So fuckin' beautiful," he said as he continued to thrust. I felt myself getting close, and could tell that he was too, so I licked one of my fingers and trailed it down my stomach to my bundle of nerves, watching his eyes as he watched my fingers help take me over the edge. He growled and suddenly I was on the ground on my back, being driven into the dirt by his powerful thrusts. "Ah, fuck, Bella, so… fuckin'… sexy… ahhh fuuuuuck!" He growled as he came with a last forceful thrust.
He devoured my mouth, kissing me deeply. "I love you so much darlin'."
"I love you too Jazz. Can't we just stay out here tonight? I've already got leaves up my ass, let's have some fun."
"Woman, I like the way you think."
We didn't get back until dawn; it took us forty-five minutes in the shower the next morning to remove all the needles and leaves from our hair and nether regions. Good times.