A/N: Small, but semi-discriptive lime ahead.

Ch 6

I felt a helluva lot better once I felt the acceptance from my family. Not that they had a choice, Jessica would be mine come Hell or high water, but I appreciated the sentiment.

The days passed too fast. When we weren't at school, we were either at her house or mine, or in Montana. We even got to make use out of our new bed, though we mostly just slept.

Mostly.

A lot of times we made out, fully clothed, her on top grinding against my jeans.

"I need you. I need something," Jessica panted, I was playing dirty, driving her crazy with an arsenal of at least a century of pent up lust.

She was in a frenzy, when I stuck my fingers inside her. I almost lost control when I smelled the blood from the hymen that blocked her entrance. I flipped us over and began licking and fingering.

It would have been so easy to rip my jeans off and slide inside her.

Unfortunately, Alice slammed the front door so hard that the glass in the decorative window shattered, breaking the spell. I quickly gave her another orgasm before bringing her back down.

It was nearly Thanksgiving and I was looking forward to an extended trip to Peter's.

Until everyone went ahead and invited themselves. I tried protesting, saying that Peter and Charlotte's little house wasn't big enough for all of us.

"Nonsense," Esme objected. "You'll hardly notice that we're there."

Lies, all lies. Jessica was happy enough with all the extra company and Peter was having a good time explaining to Carlisle how he'd managed to not only suck out venom, but also give a rigged up blood transfusion with zero medical experience. I however, was miserable. Aching. Now that I had found my mate, I wouldn't be able to find my release until I was inside her.

Esme turned out to be a better cook than Char according to Jessica who had told me in private. Alice had made sure we were in town alone when she revealed that. My theory, that I kept to myself, was that Esme did a lot of cooking in her human days, and most of it was muscle memory to her.

Too soon the weekend was over and we returned to Forks with me feeling more and more frustrated.

As we passed Chief Swan's house, I felt so much grief coming from him. Worried, I sent Jessica with Alice and went to investigate.

"She's gone?" I heard him speak on the phone

"What do you mean she disappeared?"

"Alright, Alright, I'm getting the next flight out, I'll meet you in Phoenix."

With Isabella so far south, and talk of Maria becoming active again, I raced home to voice my fears to the family.

"Chief Swan's girl is missing," I announced to the table of vampires. Unfortunately, this meant that it was time to update Carlisle and Esme about the happenings down south.

"Maria is planning something. It's going to be big and it's going to be bad. We need to start training as if we are going to battle. Because we're probably going to battle with Satan herself."

Carlisle ever the pacifist, objected.

I answered the phone call Alice told me to expect. Peter.

"Train or be killed in action. We have to look capable. United."

Alice frowned, unable to 'see' anything. Something was blocking her. We'd be flying blind.

I continued to court Jessica in the afternoons, but my evenings and nights were filled with training my 'family' to fight and dismember our own kind. Our sudden change to violence triggered one of the Quilettes into changing. After assuring Sam Uley that we weren't planning an ambush, I allowed him to sit in and learn how to effectively protect his people.

By Christmas, everyone was on edge and the pack had grown to 3. We all needed a break. It was still 5 months or so until I could change Jessica, at the earliest, and I decided it was time for my mate to learn the truth.

Rosalie was the one to lose her marbles first. I'd felt her growing irritation, but I'd been so preoccupied with training that it had consumed me. I didn't realize she would explode in the way she did though. Nobody did. Not even Alice.

"Are you fucking clueless or were you born without a functioning brain," Rosalie shouted as we watched Jessica eating breakfast shortly before Christmas.

Jessica looked like she wanted to cry as I felt her confusion. Rosalie continued unfazed.

"You know that we don't eat, don't sleep, don't bleed, how many more clues do you need!"

Suddenly, Rosalie sprinted out the closed door at vampire speed. "We goddamm sparkle in the sunlight. That's why we stay inside on sunny days."

Jessica shrieked as she saw for the first time what we truly were. Not human.

In an instant Rosalie was back in Jessica's face. "So are you stupid or what?"

Jessica's chair knocked over and she fell to the floor scrambling backwards toward the fridge, sobbing.

Rosalie wasn't done. I couldn't stop her. Couldn't move. I was going to kill her, Emmett be damned.

"We drink fucking blood! Your precious boyfriend, Uncle Pete, and Aunt Char have killed more humans combined than you have ever even seen."

"Knock it off, Rosalie," Peter demanded coldly. She was treading dangerous waters. He would set her on fire without hesitation.

Then I smelled it. Blood.

Jessica had cut herself on a piece of wood. It trickled down her forearm in droplets.

"Edward! No!" Alice roared taking him down and restraining him.

Suddenly, there were too many vampires in the room. With a growl, I stood Jessica up in front of me and sank my teeth into her neck, effectively covering Peter's mark. Everyone had been concerned with restraining their mates that they had failed to realize that Jessica was unprotected. From me.

I drank, freely. Her blood still didn't taste like food, but it satisfied all the same.

"Jasper, son, you're killing her," Carlisle spoke calmly, wisely not approaching me.

I started injecting my venom directly into her bloodstream as I watched everyone staring in stunned silence. I had slipped for the first time in 50 years. For the first time in 100 years, I was creating a newborn. Not many vampires had the control to cease feeding. Carlisle did, and maybe he had hoped he would be the one to change her. Jessica was mine though and would be for eternity if fate allowed it.

"He's not going to unlatch until she finishes the change," I heard Alice speak, distantly. My focus was on my mate's heartbeat. Strong and resilient.

"I'm sorry," Rosalie sobbed. It didn't matter, it was done. If anything she sped up the schedule.

I recalled the story Jess and I had turned in a week ago. Turns out, the narrator wasn't the bad guy after all. Alice predicted we'd see a 110 on our report cards when we returned in January.

Sadly, Jessica would never see her grade. Her life would be blood for the next 12 months.

"It had to happen like this, I would have never been able to let him change her otherwise." Peter was talking now, but I couldn't focus. The pain of the burn was all consuming.

"He's taking the burn from her," I heard from Edward before I blacked out. I welcomed hell if it meant sparing Jessica.