Jaspers pov

Watching her performance for them made my insides squirm. Who did she think she was fooling? Was I just crazy all these years? Fucking delusional? Between this and the journal, I'm about ready to lose my mind. Alice voted yes!

She voted yes and allowed that... imposter in this house. She's planning something, I can taste it! Fate may be more complex than I knew, but she's still the devious witch I married all those years ago. Being forced under the same roof with her feels as if I'm a snake slipping back into its shed.

"Jasper, can we talk?"

"What do you want Edward?"

Of course, it was him, the foolish idiot that convinced Carlisle to let that creature roam free. I'll be forced to clean up the mess she'll inevitably leave.

"Why do you keep calling her a creature and just how dangerous is she?"

We were out of earshot from the rest. Hanging outback under the overcast. I couldn't help but laugh shaking my head at his audacity.

"Why should I tell you? You didn't listen before and now it's too late."

"I apologize. Please, understand, I'm asking because of Bella."

"Oh? Now you're concerned for her safety? Why? Oh, I see… because she can do what you desperately desire? Rifle through the thoughts of the reason we're even in this mess?"

"Jasper, I'm sorry! You were right, ok. We should have listened to you. " I took pity on the boy, you would think at his age, he'd learn.

" My temper as of late is out of order. Her mind works differently, whereas someone like you or I see an obstacle. She will see it as a challenge. I don't know how powerful she truly is... I don't even think she does. What I do know? She isn't like us! I've never thought of her as a vampire, she is something else... "

"Bella claims when Fate stopped time. So did we. Bella was able to move around, unfazed with the help of magic. Reading Bellas mind is the least of her capacity to effect her, isn't it?

"Unfortunately, yes."

"How do we kill her? "

"You can't."

"What do you mean? There must be away!"

"I'll let you in on a little secret. She's already been killed before. "

"Excuse me? How is that possible?"

"Necromancy. I watched her as she burned alive. Maria, my sire. She always carried a vile of oil, holy oil. She was quite religious. A devout catholic. She lit her on fire with a candle. They had been fighting and Fate lost. I always told her, she relied too much on her gifts. She became soft under them. Ignoring her instincts out of ego.

Magic does nothing if while you're weaving a spell, you get punched in the face. Maria was a talented hand combat fighter. During the scuffle, Maria broke the vile of oil on Fates clothes, threw the candle, and poof!

I ran! There was no saving her. The screams echoed in my ears for years after. But here she is! Back from the fucking grave!"

Edward had been rendered speechless. I needed to leave! I took off before he could ask me any more inane questions about her.

It had been hours before I came back. Her scent now carried throughout the home. Carlisle and Esme set her things in their room, while Fate resides sitting about with Edward and Bella.

She was openly discussing things with him. Talking about her life! Where was this when we were together? Did I not deserve this side of her? Had we not been lovers?

"I'm quite curious about you Fate. Jasper told me some things about you. " Edward spoke confidently, he seemed wary but not afraid.

"Really? Pray, tell what it was?"

"That you died."

Her eyes wandered over to me. The emotions were unreadable. I gave up long ago trying to feel her. I can, but I always knew anything I ever felt was what she allowed me to feel. Those journals are tangible proof of that. She's a fucking liar!

"That is true. I did die, twice. The first I believe was in the womb. My mother tried to abort me. She had been a slave. I never held it against her. Anyway, the potion failed. She came from a tribe of witcher women… "

Edward was taken aback by her honesty. I wasn't. I see her game. She's trying to lull them into a false sense of security.

"Why did you let others go that night?" I called out cutting her off.

"Jasper. Do you really think this is the place to have this conversation?"

"Why not? You're already divulging more than I ever knew! Why have you never told me your mother was enslaved? I mean… "

"Why would I Jasper? Why would I tell the confederate soldier that my mother was owned."

I was stunned silent. She always did that. Had to cut the deepest! The lights began to pop and flicker as she fled the house. In the past, fires had been known to flare taking out anything close by. She's gained control.

Everyone stared as I just stood staring at the spot she exited from. Just before the fight, Alice left the room. She was now upstairs in her closet no doubt. My wife loved fashion. The only thing that could cheer her up was shopping. I followed behind her…

"Alice?"

The closet took up the majority of Alice's room. Inside held shelves and shelves of heels, pursues, and accessories. Clothing racks held her extensive collection of luxurious high fashion.

She didn't respond. She just continued to stare at me, her piercing gaze watching me in her vanity mirror. The entirety of the closet was covered in blush pink fur wallpaper. Every where the eyes could see glittered or sparkled in some fashion. One whole wall was nothing but a mirror. Her perky butt sat relaxed on the small blush stool.

"I don't like her! Why would you marry a woman like that? And your pasts? I knew of it. Your life as a soldier is one of your greatest regrets.

You never speak of it but I watched you try to redeem yourself during the civil rights era. Fighting for the freedom of black men and women.

Was she the reason why? Had you seen the error of your ways because of her? We're you fighting for her people because of your love for her? "
Alices normally perky tone was grave. Barely above a whisper. She slowly rubbed cream into her already porcelain skin as she questioned me.

"Because of my family. I'm ashamed of them. Of myself! Deeply ashamed! The way I was raised was vile.

When I fought for what I did, it had been under the brainwashing of Him! I didn't know about her past…There is so much I didn't know about her! "

Tearless cries wracked my body. Alice continued to stare unmoved by my outburst. The interaction was strangely reminiscent. She adjusted her blush pink silk robe.

It draped behind her, the fur trim rustling as she moved. Im sure she wore her matching 'glass slippers'. A pricy pair of Dolce & Gabbana Blush Pink Pumps. She gushed about the lace and crystal detailing for days until they arrived.

"I read the journal, Jasper. I'm going to keep an eye on her while she's here. She still loves you. You need to make sure she understands her place. "

"I read it too. I know what it said. I'm telling you, it's lies."

"Is it? I don't think you have a good judgment of what's true when it comes to her. She's up to something alright, and I don't think it's just about Victoria."

"It doesn't matter. She views me as her weakness."

"Do you still love her?"

"No."

The words coming out immediately. I stilled my face of any emotion and looked Alice right in her eyes and told her a bald-faced lie. I couldn't tell her the truth. Not that!

"I want her gone. After this is over, she must never contact you again! "

"I promise."

She threw the journal my way. I caught it in my hands. The book felt evil like it would burn my hands if I kept holding it. I lied! I lied to my wife. I did still love Fate. Before she could see the lies written on my face I left the room.

I was born Jasper Luther Whitlock, to Georgia Mae and Luther Maurice Whitlock. Luther came from a prominent family of wealth and power. The Whitlock family gained money by producing sugar. The respect of the family stemmed from the long line of patriotic soldiers.

Many of the Whitlock family members had rubbed elbows with the highest members of society. The women were socialites and the men after service were politicians. I wasn't any different. My father had expectations of me and I tried my damnedest to meet them. I never could. Even when I ran off to join the confederate army, rise to the rank of the youngest major in the Texas Calvary. I still wasn't good enough for him.

The night I was bitten changed how I viewed him. I no longer wanted my fathers' acceptance. I wanted to rebel!

That's where she steps in. Her beauty took my breath away. She had been everything my father would have hated. Loud and boisterous. Scholarly and well-read. She spoke her mind about whatever she felt.

Often told me off when I was wrong. Showed me the world through her eyes. Fate was ahead of her time! She pulled me in with her hypnotic gaze and spelled me as hers.

Fate and her gifts made her the favorite. She was the special weapon taken out to decimate the enemy. She was kept close. Under the watchful eye. They all feared her. Her gifts and treatment made her a target, so I took on the role of her protector.

My gifts allowed me to manipulate the newborns. My training as a soldier helped to make them efficient cogs in Maria's killing machine. Once they reached a year, it was my duty to kill them. I was their teacher, torturer, and executioner.

Maria owned me. She owned all of us! We were forced to fight her tireless wars. Constantly conquering land, killing people, and dying. For what? For her pockets to get fat. To feed upon the helpless. To control! I began to see my chains. I began to feel the karma that my life bore me.

After leaving things changed. To honor the memory of my mate I took the time to expose myself to different cultures. I was always well-read and educated but my knowledge had been biased. So I took the time to read everything I could. To unlearn all the lies planted in my mind by my father.

After my family passed I inherited the estate. The majority of the money had been long gone once sugar plantations switched to sugar mills. The plantation had still been standing. I bulldozed it over, only leaving the homes of the men, women, and children that had been owned on that land.

A memorial was erected in the place of my childhood home. I took the rest of the money and spread it between the decedents of those ancestors. It wasn't enough! Since then I've been actively involved with black rights and activism. Trying to undo what my family and I have done. It will never be enough!

The cherry on top, is now I know I fell in love with the child of freedom. Destina Plieus! In Ancient Rome when freeing a slave a ceremony took place where their enslaver would grant them freedom by placing a felt cap known as a plieus on their shorn head. The cap was a symbol of freedom! Destina is an old French name. It means one's certain fortune or fate. My ex-wife's name means fortune of freedom!

Twin souls! Karma taught me my lesson in the shape of a mirror image. My relationship with Fate was a complicated one. She too loved the kill. Things are beginning to make sense as to why she was the way she was. Fate could be quite moody. Her mood swings affected her magic. The rages she could get in! In them, she would rampage. Feast upon anything and anyone in sight. Her history, probably some sort of mental illness, and her magic made her absolutely feral.

I was now in her makeshift room. The journal is still in hand. I originally came in here to put her stuff back where it belonged. But I couldn't help myself. The other journals were stacked neatly just waiting to be read. This was wrong! These were her very private thoughts. Despite that, I sat on the floor with them and read every single word.

Once I was done, I set out to find her. She was in that same decrepit home. This time she was downstairs. Music could be heard distantly playing. She was swaying in the kitchen, it didn't take long for her to notice me. The fluster evident on her face. She seemed to be drinking…

"I apologize for my outburst. I know what you've done since then. It was wrong of me to throw your past in your face like that." A slight hiccup burst out.

"You were right. I'm not owed that type of information."

"Well, you seemed to think so when you stole my things." Her speech slurred with an attitude. We've had many moments like this end in shouting. Other.. well.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist the urge to know you. To really know you! Not the version you created to keep yourself safe."

"You read the other ones too? Huh?" She grabbed a glass and downed it.

"All of them. Why?" If you don't mind me asking. Why did you lie to me so much?"

"I've always had this issue with love. It took my mother! She fell in love with a man once. A French man. Do you know what he did? She was forced to care for his ailing wife while she was raped and kept hostage all because some man believed he could own her! Who would have known that 'Fate' had the same cards for me? So, I vowed to never let love take me too… " She pointed at me with the glass still in hand. Her voice riddled with accusation as the truth finally came out.

"I didn't, I never! ... I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry? You created me! You forced me to be like you so you could have me forever! Now that you've grown a conscience, I'm supposed to what, forget? Please. Do you honestly think an 'I'm sorry' is sufficient?" She drunkenly laughed. The pain she's expressing laced behind it.

"If you hate me so much, why did you stay?"

"I loved you, Jasper! I don't know why, but I did. Maybe I wanted to save you. Somehow I lost myself. If you must know, I am sorry about how things ended between us. "

"Me too. You're right, that's not enough." I bitterly spoke. It came out strangled in a whisper.

"I won't stay there if you don't want me to."

"Your things are already there. You were right anyway. It makes more sense for you to stay with us. Training is in the morning. You should get enough sleep so you can focus."

"Jasper my skills have long since grown. I'd worry more about your coven. I noticed some errors during your last session."

"Oh. Heads up. Alice, she believes you have plans to steal me away from her. "

"If I wanted you, I could have you. She doesn't need to worry. I came here to do one thing."

"She read the journal too."

"That's just great. So, that makes two people not respecting my privacy. What is it with your coven and thinking they are owed information?"
Her tone and behavior is beginning to resemble Alice's. I'm really not in the mood to deal with them fighting… I had to resist a thought. There's no way it would end like that.

"Again, I'm sorry. Just try and stay out of her way. Please! I'd like as little drama as possible."

"Considering we're going to war in a few days. I think that ship has sailed. "

"Is there anything else you need to be moved?" I sighed and shook my head.

"Yes. My motorcycle. It's around back."

She swayed as she moved to grab the key. Yeah, looks like I'll be driving tonight. We rode it back to the house. It was a decent build. Modified to go faster than one should. She's always was a daredevil. Her arms were wrapped around my waist, her forehead digging into my back. I tried to be as platonic as possible the entire time.

I hated that I missed her warmth as she removed them to stretch out into the air. Drunken laughs and howling burst out at the full moon. Emotions rolled off us both. Her scent coyly lingered on my body as she got off the bike once we arrived. I noticed Alice watching from our window… I avoided her gaze as much as possible.
As I helped Fate up to bed I couldn't help but ponder. She was right! I had been selfish. My past? Our past? Was loving her what made Destina so cold? So clinical at times? So mean and vicious when she felt threatened? I never put my hands on her…but I was a tyrant.
I didn't have much of a choice. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. The power. Fuck! Like him! Luther… My desire for control and blood lust. I had stolen her…made her into my angel. Devil…Maybe I deserved this. To love a woman that can't fucking stand me. After tucking her into bed. I left. I just couldn't face Alice. Not like this… she's see them. The lies.

As I left my suspicions were confirmed, I felt her emotions. I'm losing my wife and I'm too weak to even put a stop to it. To ease my pain I gorged myself on any animal that past my way. Feasting to numb the ache inside. The yearning. Yet no amount of blood fed it. Nothing could. Not even her…my Alice.