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Jasper POV

CHAPTER 19

I knew that Alice was still hidin' shit from me, but I had chosen to ignore it and her for the moment. I was still mad that she had gone to check out the Seattle situation while Pete was there, but wouldn't let me come along. I'm the Major for fuck's sake. I can take care of myself, Siren or not. I would deal with her after we dealt with the newborns, though. I hated the thought of causin' a fight, but she wasn't leavin' me much choice and truth be told, I resented her for takin' matters into her own hands without havin' me there to back her up.

Fuckward was another story all together. I'd gladly fight with him any day and win. He was so pissed at me for changin' his mate, but all he could do was glare at me and I ain't intimidated by that shit. I did help Bella through her unusual newborn phase as much as I could, but honestly it didn't seem like she needed me at all. That was both good and bad. Good because we weren't havin' to restrain her at all, but bad because it didn't give me nothin' to do.

I was gettin' really bored recently. Restless even. I could have dealt with Alice like this, but I figured that for the sake of what was left of our relationship I ought to calm down before that discussion.

Finally, I got the call I had been waitin' on for weeks. Peter had kept me updated every 24 like I asked him to, but this call felt different before I even answered. It seems that Victoria was losin' her patience with her newborns as well as with us. She'd moved camp closer to our location, so I knew it was only a matter of time before she struck.

"Report Captain." I said as I answered.

"We have ourselves a coup, Major." he replied.

"Explain." I demanded.

"I think it may be better if you come to us. We can't really get to you at the moment." he said.

"Location?" I said.

He gave me the location of the cabin that he was in and I said I'd be there soon. I wasted no time before I was out the door and on the way. I wasn't payin' that much attention to where I was goin, but a noise stopped me in my tracks. I could faintly hear it on the breeze. It sounded like music, but what would anyone be doin' this far from town? As I listened closer, I realized that it was someone singin'. I couldn't make out the words even with my vampire senses, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard and I immediately rerouted myself to find the source.

I called Peter back to let him know that I was goin' to be later than I thought. I told him I came across somethin' I needed to investigate, but that I would be there after I found what I needed. There seemed to be somethin' off in his tone when he replied back, but he said that he would be there waitin'.

After runnin' a bit further followin' the sound I came across a beautiful scene. A woman was bathin' in a pond under some fir trees. The noise I had heard was her singin' somethin' in a language that I didn't understand. It sounded beautiful as it left her lips. I jumped up in the trees to get a better view and was astounded at what I saw. She was floatin' on her back in the pond completely naked and she was layin' like she was presentin' her body for my inspection. She was still singin' away and completely oblivious to my presence which I was glad of.

She was a vampire that much was obvious by the diamond glint to her skin as the sun hit it, her hair was the darkest shade of red I had ever seen and I couldn't wait to see what color it would be dry. She had various tattoos, all of which I could see were added with artistic precision only artists these days had so she must have been turned within the past few decades. Her lips caught my attention as they made this amazin' pout on her face before she started singin' again. This time it was some alternative rock. I'd heard this before and could ignore it and continue my inspection of this glorious creature in the water. I ran my eyes along her neck and noticed the lack of any marks, so she was unmated. I wasn't sure why I was thrilled by that thought, but I was. I did notice that she had a fair amount of scars like mine, although not quite as extensive, she also showed signs of being dismembered before.

Who the fuck would hurt this beautiful creature? Why? What good would come out of it? Furthermore, why was I actin' like a blind man seein' the sun for the first time? This isn't the first naked female body I've seen, but I certainly wanted it to be the last. I knew no other could compare to her beauty and that thought unnerved me. I was mated to another, so why the fuck was I havin' all of these inappropriate thoughts about this woman? I wasn't sure, but it was somethin' I could think about later. For now I just wanted to enjoy the sights.

She wasn't petite by any means, but she wasn't big either. She had muscle and it was very apparent that she has had to use it. Her hourglass figure alone could make a lesser man keel over. Hell, she was makin' it difficult enough for me now. She had the most perfect set of breasts I had ever laid eyes on and her hips just begged to be roughly held. I couldn't help but feel my pants tighten at the thought of my hands on those hips grinding my body into hers. I almost couldn't contain my excitement as she turned over so I could see her backside. A few more tattoos here, but they added to her beauty and didn't detract from her at all. My eyes followed the line of her spine down to her ass and I could feel my pants get painfully tighter still. She had a perfect ass. It reminded me of the apples I had eaten as a boy and I wanted to take a bite.

As she started on her next set of songs, Country I noted happily, she turned back around so I could see those luscious breasts again and started kickin' and splashin' the water to the beat of the music in her head. It was adorable and gave me the chance to see her legs to their full extent. Her legs went on for days before they met up with her ankles and her feet. I could feel her humor at herself as she did this and her resulting smile was blinding. If I could get weak in the knees, I would have. Thank God for the tree branches I was sittin' on.

She had just finished her rendition of Travelin' Soilder, which I thought appropriate before she noticed that she was no longer alone. So she did sense me here. I wanted to run, which was an odd fuckin' feelin', I don't run from nothin' and no one, but somethin' held me in place. She reached for her towel and wrapped it around herself as I dropped down out of the tree and waited just inside the tree line across from her. I could see her lookin' for what she perceived as a threat and I could start to feel her nervousness, so I took an unneeded breath and walked into her line of sight.

"Who are you?" she asked. Her eyes showed a flash of recognition, but I know we've never met. Her voice was beautiful and had a bit of a Southern Twang to it, but it didn't take over her speech like mine did.

"I'm Major Jasper Whitlock ma'am." I knew that my eyes were black as night with my lust for her as I looked directly into her ruby ones and replied back courteously. Manners mean the world to us Southerners and we know better than to be discourteous to anyone especially someone of the opposite sex.

"I'm sorry" she said, "I don't believe I heard you properly." A lie. Her hearing is immaculate like mine. "Did you just say that you were Major Jasper Whitlock?"

"Yes ma'am. I did." I reply.

"The Major Jasper Whitlock?" she asked in disbelief.

"I believe that I am the one and only, ma'am." I reply.

"So you didn't die and you didn't disappear. I'm astonished." She says.

I'm a bit confused by her answer, but manage to say with a smirk, "Well, that depends on your definition of 'die'."

I was not prepared in the least for her reaction. "Where are my manners?" She chides herself. She proceeded to drop to one knee in a kneeling fashion and bow her head in my direction before sayin', "As I cannot curtsey to you in a towel, I hope that this will suffice as a sign of respect for you."

"Please rise and dress, my Lady. There is no call for that out in the woods and certainly no call for any such ceremony for one like myself." I state. Her show of respect for me had brought me up short. My reply just served to confound me more. It reminded me of the proper way people used to act while I was still human. The words she used weren't quite right with her modern way of speakin', but the sentiment behind the show of respect was. Her show of submissiveness wasn't helpin' me keep my lust for her under control. In fact, it was just exacerbatin' a very pressin' problem.

She stands back up and proceeds to stare at me. I can see that I don't make her nervous anymore. Instead I feel awe, respect, and admiration coming from her. Somethin' about this beauty draws me closer to her and I don't bother fightin' it. I start to walk to her slowly so she can run if she feels threatened or if she thinks she needs to. She still hasn't gotten dressed yet, but I'm more focused on her eyes than anythin' else. I could get lost in those deep red pools.

When I'm about fifteen feet away she starts to move towards me. It's almost as if our bodies are actin' like magnets and the closer we get to each other, the closer we want to be. She reaches one hand out hesitantly to touch my face, her nakedness forgotten for now. As her fingers brush my cheek I feel an electric shock everywhere her fingers trace. She places her palm on my face and says "How can you say such things? You are an honorable man and always have been. You deserve any and all of my respect, ceremony or no. I know quite a bit about you Major Whitlock. Most, although not all, of which I learned back in my human life. You see, my son was always obsessed with everything Civil War related. He is a brilliant child, but any book that had your name mentioned I bought. You were promoted rapidly through the ranks because you have a potential that outshines everyone else. Out of all of the nightmarish situations you were in, you never once lost or left another. Even though your time leading was short, your leadership won the South battles that a lesser man would have lost. You are a hero."

"I wouldn't call myself a hero, darlin'. I certainly did what I had to back then, but that doesn't make me a hero. Everythin' I've done since bein' introduced to this life definitely doesn't deserve this amount of respect." I state dejectedly.

"We have all done things in our past that we regret, but we move past them. It's what makes us stronger, Major." she says sadly usin' my title as another show of respect for me, but I would rather her use my given name instead. I cannot think what she has to regret in this life or her human one. I feel her humor and realization before she allows a small giggle to escape those pouty lips. "Major. I get it now." She says to herself as she removes her hand from my face. "I'm assuming that you are the one that Peter has been speaking with regarding the Victoria situation?"

"I am," I reply, "and I'm guessing that the asshole has been gettin' into all sorts of trouble."

She turns her back to me and starts walkin' to her clothes. I hear her laugh before she replies "Trouble? Never, Major. He's a charmer, sure, but I wouldn't say he's trouble."

"We're both talkin' about Peter Whitlock, correct?" I ask.

"I certainly am." She replies looking back at me. "He and Charlotte have been more of a help to me than you might think. I learned how to fight from them, and in turn it seems that I've done quite the favor for them as well."

"What favor might that be?" I ask.

"Well, I have a certain Pixie that I know they both hate just waiting on her comeuppance in a cabin close by. I also know that you would love to get some information from her and I would be more than willing to assist you in getting said information." She replies. "What she had to tell me was certainly eye-opening."

I took a second to think about this. Alice is the only Pixie that I know of that Pete and Char hate. Why would this lovely lady have her? There must be something that I'm missin' in order for them to have my mate waitin' in a cabin. Worse still, I don't seem to be all that mad about it and I know I should be. Hell, I should be kickin' myself for all of the thoughts I've been havin' about this she-vamp and I don't even know her name.

What I do know however, is that I would follow this woman to the ends of the earth if she asked me. I'm not sure why, but now that I've seen her, I'll be damned if I'm lettin' her go.

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