Fates pov.
"You could have done that hours ago."
"Yes, darling I could have. But we wouldn't have had time for bliss. Now, what are we here for?"
"I told you."
"I know you, Jasper, what's going on."
"Follow my lead, ok."
Instead of responding, I hopped out the side. We were on the outskirts. It was still a ways away. I steeled my nerves. I checked myself over in the side mirror.
He took his time grabbing supplies out of the trunk. Cleaning supplies. A shovel. A few other odds and ends.
"We really burying someone?"
"A few someones. Yes. Let's go."
With a snap of my finger, my clothes changed. I donned a white suit, the bottoms were wide-legged and pleated. The jacket was double-breasted and tailored perfectly to my body. My jugs were exposed, despite that, they held up against gravity. A pair of Hot chick Louboutins. I adjusted the jacket to cover my nipples.
"Seriously, we're going to see your father and you dress like that?"
"Don't start Jasper. Besides he's a sperm donor, Louis is not my father."
"Are you ready?"
"Almost."
I adjusted my hair. A rather particular long bone straight ebony high ponytail. Before walking off, my gold plated, Glock 19, appeared in my hand. I checked the mag and smiled. Inside held a particular darling creation.
God, I miss Nikolai. He was another member of the twelve. An engineer, he crafted many masterful creations for me over the years. One being a bullet strong enough to penetrate a vampire. It's been since improved upon.
Jasper's eyes ran over me in judgment. However, he kept his mouth shut. Many times I had thought about coming back here. Finishing the job. Every time I got the nerve to do so, I'd chicken out. Before leaving I placed my shades on to shield from the blazing sun.
The walk was long. I had forgotten just how big this place was. The way everything is built, you don't see anything from the road. The rolling lush grass was perfectly manicured. Cube-shaped bushes with perfect 90-degree angles and lush green trees that hung high around the property leading to the big house. The slave quarters were in the back. Couldn't have anyone seeing the dirty secrets.
I hadn't noticed my hand trembling as we walked up the concrete walkway. It loomed over us. Getting larger and larger as we inched closer to the front door. It was mahogany, arched and round top, it hails from Bordeaux. Compliments of Elisabeth. She had taste. The carvings were ornate, regal even. They jutted out in intricate designs. It held symbols of some kind. The more I looked at it, the sicker I felt.
Jasper grasped my hand in his. I felt the ground grow steady once more. I had forgotten what it felt like. His ability.
He's one of the more interesting vampires. For the most part, they aren't that special. Dangerous, yes. But special is something more. The gifted ones. That's what was so integral to Maria. Most armies at the time didn't care whether or not they were gifted.
They relied on numbers. However, Maria? She looked towards the pioneers. The Volturi. Aro was the first. He's known for housing some of the most special. It all started with what he called his Elite. A death squad. The first members? The twins. Jane and Alec.
It's why Caius became intrigued when he heard an army in the Americas was hitting known witch safe houses. You see, Aro discovered that witches when bitten became the utmost special of vampires ever seen. That was all it took. They sent their scouts, low and behold it was true.
The activity was centered in Tijuana, Mexico. A rambunctious city full of delight. It's always been, especially between the creatures that lurked about. Anyway, Maria and her newborns had been an issue for a while. Snatching witches when they could, many of her first ones died. That was until she found him. That's when they caught me.
Funny enough, I enjoy being whatever I am now than a witch. Although things have changed since then, it's less oppressive.
"Are you ready?"
Jasper broke me out of my thoughts. The door was open now. Sometimes I get lost... time has a way of slipping from you.
"Sure."
"Get off my property!" A warning shot was fired.
That drawl. It curled around my ears in a way that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It had a distinct French clip. So did my mother. It left me with a horrible French accent when I spoke Spanish.
I spun around on my heel and raised my Versace sunglasses. His double barrel was pointed directly at my head. I spied a Winchester, fully loaded and pump shot. Based on the 1897 "Trench Gun" used in WWI and WWII.
"You didn't heed my warning I see. " He taunted Jasper.
"Mr. Dubois, are you sure you want to test me today? I'm terminal, I have nothing to lose." I called out losing my patience with this fools' errand.
His eyes trailed down my arm to see my weapon hanging firmly in my hand. It was concealed mostly by my jacket sleeve. He noticed the tools.
"What are those for."
"For something, you should have had the decency to do a century ago " Jasper calmly retorted.
"You came out here to bury some..."
"Choose your next word carefully." I aimed right at his putrid penis.
"Put it down Fate, we're here for a few reasons. I need to know some things, she's here to make sure I get the correct answers."
"Where are you burying them?"
"Where ever he damn well pleases."
I pushed the door open leaving them both outside. The vastness made my head hurt. It was all white. I noticed a deep film of dust, giving the 'pure' color a dingy overcast. Fitting. I repressed an urge to light this one up too. As I trailed up the winding staircase I understood why we were burying today. Flashbacks took hold of that fateful night.
"Are you alright?"
I jerked my head back to see Jasper standing behind me. I immediately remembered why I hated him so much. What was he thinking bringing here? Especially after. Fuck!
"Hell. No! I'm having some ugly thoughts right now. "
"That was unexpected. You're being honest for once. I apologize, it's hard for me too."
Sometimes it was easy to forget he hated his childhood too. Hell, he's done more for my people than I have. It upset me. It hurt bad. To know that the man I needed, was held in the arms by another woman. I kept up with everything he's done over the years. He's been nominated by the NAACP three fucking different times.
I tried at first. I really did. After seeing Louis. I put an end to that.
"People tend to change when they start dying. You ready?"
Jasper took care to make sure each bone he found matched as we sorted through them to bag. There were ten. He just left them here. We didn't know whether to bury them on the property or off it. This was technically the only home their souls knew. But it was their hell too. We chose a medium option. We found a small clearing with a creek nearby. It was just off the property line. Right over it. Free. If their spirits reside, it's nearby. I sang a prayer to the universe and shed blood for my ancestors buried on this land.
Once done, Jasper decided it was time for business. We found him out by the slave quarters, he was chopping firewood.
"You're foul you know that?" I called out as we got closer to him.
"Child of mine. You would know." He swung the ax across his shoulder.
I pulled out a vial and drank its contents. Nodding my head in anger. Jasper better hurry up.
"Don't speak to her. Now, I've acquired some new information. I'm looking to fill in some gaps. You commented on your mother and Fate. Was she like you?"
"Come inside."
We followed him into a little shack. Most of the wood had been replaced on it. Some of it was tan and dark wood. While others are lighter more ashen. Four logs held up the extended patio. Glass has been added to the windows. The door was hand carved. The craftsmanship is absolutely beautiful. I knew it wasn't the work of Louis. How? My mommas' husband was a carpenter. I noticed the Lilies growing tall. Jasper grabbed me in his arms before I could smack Louis across his face.
"Even in death! What is wrong with you? Huh? She hated you! You know that!"
Tears were in my eyes, my hand began shaking uncontrollably. I screamed out in pain as my nerves ripped themselves apart. A wave of calm rushed over me. It short-circuited the episode.
"You need to remain calm!" Jasper's eyes were wide with alarm.
Louis went into the house without any concern. Once I was able we followed. The inside was beautifully maintained. I spied mommas portrait hanging above the hearth. Just as it did before. Louis followed my gaze.
"You burn this one down and there won't be anywhere on this planet you can hide from me girl."
"What did I say! She's not here unless I say different. Are you ok?" His tone softened towards me.
"I'm good."
"Now, you were saying you believed your mother killed your father, right?"
"Yes. I never had any proof. One day my Papa just vanished. No foul play evident."
His eyes trailed over me. I could tell he wanted to say something. Something he was holding back. I aimed my weapon at my mothers face. Shame overtook me.
"She was like us wasn't she?" It was enough to make him spill.
"More than you know."
"Speak!"
Something in his eyes glittered. A smirk curled across his face. Jasper might be right about something.
"You want me to kill you, don't you?"
"I can't resist but want to do the same, child. I'd love nothing more than wiping your existence off this earth. Yet something stops me everytime."
"Take a walk Fate." My hand began shaking, blood dripped from my nose as I thought about emptying my clip in his face. "Destina!"
I barreled out the door. I stormed toward that ugly monstrosity. As I got closer I fired into the stone. Thankfully, neither one of them followed after me. I burst into the house and up the stairs into her room.
I knew of my grandmother. Of Elisabeth. As soon as I saw that gaudy aristocratic portrait I saw red and tore the room to shreds. In my rampage, I let off a few more bullets into her face. Right between those eyes, I inherited. I noticed something. The wall was hollow behind the portrait. Inside?
A spellbook. A rather ancient one bound in flesh. Tattooed human flesh at that. Jasper found me. He was over at my side in a second. We tried to open it but couldn't find a way to. It seemed sealed shut.
His arms curled around me. He stayed with me for a second and then led me out of the house. Outside waiting was a gift. My father's severed head. The jaw still moving. Clambering to reach its body, it was unable since Louis was currently being bagged up by Jasper. I watched as he dug a hole with his bare hands and placed the demon that haunted my dreams safely into the earth.
Jasper pulled out a jug of deep thick oil, it was mixed with gasoline. I stood out on the lawn as he quickly poured every last drop into that house. He walked towards me slowly wiping his hands clean with a rag.
"Now, this is going to be our redo. No more lying. No more bullshit. A clean slate, Destina."
He pulled out a zippo, I recognized it, he's carried it since I've known him. He tossed it into the house. It went up in deep purple flames.
"Your honors love."
He pulled the zombified cranium off the spike and tossed it to me. I stared at it. At him. Even now those blue eyes reflected hatred.
"End this child."
My fathers' final words before I punted him inside and we left. He carried me away from the burning land of Point Dubois. The only thing left? My mommas' house and the homes of the souls left.
Jasper didn't put me down until we reached the car. I was stunned speechless. Jasper pulled off, the book balanced on his knee. His arm rested, it bouncing along with the road as he drove. I threaded my fingers in his.
For the first time in a century, the rage was held at bay. We didn't speak the entire ride home. He stopped along the way to pick up a few things for me. A fox, a few birds too. We pulled up to the familiar home. As soon as the car stopped, Jasper opened my door.
"I can do some things myself." He brought my hand up to his lips.
"Yes, but isn't it nice to be taken care of?"
I didn't know how to respond. He didn't care, just kissed the side of my head and walked off leaving me on my own. I knew why, because of Peter. He stood off into the distance. I smiled as he walked up to me, his hands in his jacket pocket.
"I see you're safe here."
"Peter."
"He was supposed to keep his mouth shut, anyway, it's time for me to go. "
"Peter, wait."
"You're good. You've got him. I'll make sure you get your shipments but I can't work for you anymore. Goodbye." Peter pulled my hand into his kissed the top and bowed at the waist. "It's been a pleasure, but this is where I get off."
One of my closest friends disappeared. I stood dumbly. He left me his phone. The encrypted one. I crushed it under my heel and walked back towards the Cullen residence. Walking back into this house, felt worse than Point Dubois. Rosalie had since returned, Edward had not.
"Fate, come upstairs please." It was Carlisle.
"Sure.."
Jasper was hanging off to the side conversing with Rosalie about her car. She demanded that he pay for it to be detailed. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of us fucking in her cherry hot rod. Emmet was currently holding the human book in his hands. He seemed to be trying to open it. To my surprise, Bella and Edward were upstairs in Carlisle's office. Esme sat between them. Ah, they are the mediators.
"Sit," Carlisle ordered.
I leaned against the wall as far from anyone as possible. Carlisle didn't argue with my choice. I took them both in, Bellas eyes were red-rimmed. As if she had been rubbing them from crying.
Edward wouldn't look at her.
"Now. There's nothing I can do about your presence. However, I won't have any further disruptions to my family. Please explain to my son, you have no interest in Isabella."
Bella shook her chocolate-toned hair out. It was lighter near the ends and curled. She twisted one of them around her finger as she waited to hear a response. Was she flirting with me?
"Edward, I just sucked my first dick in about forty or so odd years. Your girlfriend, is gorgeous, don't get me wrong. But Carlisle is correct. I'm not interested." I said the words slowly.
"Are you kidding me?" Jasper called from downstairs. I left the room and made my way to him.
"How else did you want me to handle that Whitlock? I've been clear enough, hell it's a surprise to me too. I swore off men."
He pulled me aside and whispered in my ear about privacy and how he would like to keep a modicum of it. I couldn't help but smile. I've been this way since he's known me. He must like it. Bella and Edward walked downstairs, he seemed placated. She didn't.
"Let's get down to business. Fate, I'll need those samples." Carlisle took the book out of Emmets' hands and shook his head. "Please don't pull on it, just go sit down."
"My bad."
Emmet found his mate and sheepishly stood behind her. I resisted the urge to laugh. He was so much bigger than Rosalie but for some reason, I think she wears the pants.
Esme and Carlisle were talking about the spellbook. But for the life of me, I wasn't interested. I couldn't keep my eyes off Jasper. What had made him do that? Kill Louis. Did he get what he needed? How was he able to end my meltdown? As I pondered a particularly deep set of chocolate eyes passed across me. What is she planning? What are the Fates planning? I need to see Ben.
I kissed the side of Jaspers face and went to the kitchen. Inside held a special box left from Peter. More meat. Thank the gods! I chewed and pondered just how to do that. Without dying that is.