a/n: so this is my first attempt at publishing fanfiction. I've been writing fanfiction for decades even before I knew that this practice had a name. I'm dinosaur old so go easy, please?. it's very much au as I think Jessica could be a great stand alone character on her own. She definitely has a personality.
I don't want to give too much away, but this story and a 'midnight sun' version sequel is/are already finished. Hopefully, if your questions aren't answered in this story, they will be in the pov change sequel.
happy reading!
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Chapter 1 Vampire Messiah
It's only lunchtime on the first day of my senior year, and I'm already counting down the seconds until graduation. Not because I'm excited to collect yet another cap and gown, but so I can get the fuck away from this hormonal hellscape.
Alice had warned us this morning that there would be blood today, and I'm in charge of keeping Edward's thirst under control. He has the control of a newborn even though he's over a century old. It's why Alice had hunted me down back in the 50s. To keep her future mate on the straight and narrow.
I spot the new girl in line at the salad bar building what could only be described as salad soup. So. Much. Ranch. I wonder if she craves ranch dressing like I crave blood. Edward snorts at my comical thought.
Jessica Stanley is the girl responsible for the metric fuckton of lust permeating the entire school. She's quite the looker, fit, cute jean clad ass, curly brown hair pulled into a high pony tail, about as tall as Alice, maybe a couple inches taller, and stacked like a double deck of cards.
"Stop eye fucking the human," Rosalie tells me in her usual bored tone. "Edward looks like he's about to have an aneurysm."
Slightly embarrassed for being caught out, I dial back my own lust. Then I'm mortified as she follows Angela Weber, the purest kid on the planet, to the Junior table. Fuck. Jailbait. Not that it makes any difference with me being probably 150 years her senior.
"They're like together, together," I hear Lauren talking a few moments later.
"Not my business, not my problem," I hear Jessica respond in the same bored tone that Rosalie was famous for.
"I guess your used to that sort of thing, being from Texas." Lauren scoffs.
There was a moment of silence from the adjacent table, and then Jessica spoke, "Those are mighty big words coming from such a forgettable cunt.."
Lauren flies across the table, claws out. Emmett would be pissing himself laughing were he human. It's chaos. I love it. Finally some action.
Lauren goes right for her neck, scratches her and there's the blood Alice promised.
"Big deal, its just a tiny-" In a heartbeat, Jessica has Lauren in a painful hold. A very familiar hold that I had used numerous times with newborns. She has her shoe on Lauren's back with the girl's arms pulled back tightly. Any movement from Lauren and her shoulders would dislocate. Had they been vampires, Lauren would have likely lost her arms altogether.
Fascinating.
"She's thinking about how proud Uncle Pete would be," Edward murmurs distastefully. "Your Pete."
My eyes zero in on Jessica's neck, the small scratch she had received is sandwiched by a bite mark. Undetectable to humans, but very visible to our table of vampires. Jessica Stanley is a pet, property of Peter Whitlock.
I'm on the phone after school talking to Peter in my study with the door closed. Unfortunately, my closed door only serves as an invitation for Edward to open it. I roll my eyes at the boy, but allow him to sit across from my desk on the sofa.
"She ain't my pet, Major. I've been protecting her since she was twelve. It's getting too dangerous down south, Maria's active again." I rub Maria's sire mark on my own neck uneasily. She's getting careless.
"I convinced her parents to move to Forks. I thought you were still in Alaska. I just... I knew she'd be safe there though. She has to stay safe, our existence depends on her survival."
"What the hell does that mean?" I ask.
"She dies, I die, you die, Eddie boy dies, humans die. We all die."
"So killing her is out of the question," Edward muses. I growl.
"Easy Jazz, no one is going to kill anyone," Alice says flouncing onto Edward's lap.
"So what do we do?" I ask helplessly.
"Make a decision, it might trigger a vision for Alice!" Emmett hollers from his video game downstairs.
"I think Jessica has to make a decision. So far I only see her walking across the stage as a human." Alice sighs "And she will want to eat an enchilada for lunch tomorrow. Oh she's going to wear her hair down."
"I mostly hear song lyrics from her. While she had the Mallory girl pinned, she was singing in her head." Edward grimaces. He's not a fan of songs with lyrics.
"See, she's just a normal girl. Well as normal as a Hellcat can be," Peter jokes.
"Well she's going to realize that we look like her Uncle Pete and Aunt Char, what then?" Rosalie asks.
"She won't ask, if you're wondering. She just doesn't notice."
"Is she dense? How could she not notice?" Rosalie argues.
"Honey, you know how humans are," Emmett responds. "They rationalize everything."
He can be insightful sometimes.
My increasing frustration pushes everyone out of the house. With a heavy sigh, I lean back in my swivel chair with my fingers laced behind my head.
"You still in Texas?" I ask.
"Nope, Montana."
At least he and Charlotte are safe. For now. If Maria ever gets ahold of a half decent tracker...
"I can't really tell when its going to take place," Peter informs me. "My timing keeps jumping around, stopping, going sideways. Trouble is coming though."
Trouble. I have half a mind to go find trouble with a bite of my own...
"No!" Edward and Alice shouted in unison from the tree line.
"Did the pixie see you eating our messiah?" Peter asks indignantly.
"Messiah? Ain't that a lot of pressure to be putting on a 17 year old?" I ask.
"She's 18 last I checked and no she has no clue that she's important at all. I mean she's got more confidence than a yappy chihuahua, but well, you'll just have to meet her."
"Well, we did. She was delightful," Edward's distant voice is dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey, be fair, we only saw her angry, don't judge a book-" Alice's reprimand is cut off by a giggle. Pervs
"Listen, don't overthink this. Just go about your lives, fate will work itself out for better or worse. Just do what you can to keep her safe and time will do the rest."
Time. Spring simultaneously feels like an eternity and a second away. From our five minute encounter, I know that she had been born to be a vampire.
"Edward said that you'd be proud of her. I can't believe you trained a human to fight newborn vampires," I chuckle.
"I am proud of her, everyday." He agrees. "She's something special."
I hang up after saying goodbye. Jessica Stanley certainly has Peter wrapped around her finger.
We decide to keep the conversation we had with Peter quiet from Carlisle and Esme. The less who know about Jessica the better. So we go about our night, waiting for the second day of school.
It's not raining the next morning, and Alice forecasts no rain until dark, so I decide to ride the Harley to school. Donning my boots and unneeded helmet, I roar down the driveway.
I enjoy my rides alone to school even if they are brief. It's rough being the only unmated vampire in a coven full of mates. Especially as an empath. If I was any lesser of a man, jealously might have consumed me, leaving me bitter. Instead, I just feel empty. Lonely.
I pull into the lot and wait for Edward to park beside me. It'd be nice to have someone sitting behind me for once.
"You'll find her, Jazz," Alice promises, as I put my helmet in Edward's trunk. I really don't want her pity, or the pity of the others, but I can always feel it. Underneath my leather jacket, I hold scars that consume my skin. Scars given to me by Maria and newborns alike. As promiscuous as the succubi are, my scars keep them away. They are a warning, not an invitation. The bravest of vampires run from me, the dumbest try to engage me.
Alice was the exception. When we met, she already knew about my past, had time to prepare herself. Promises of a better life where I didn't have to feed from humans compelled me to follow her from Philadelphia.
According to Rosalie, before our arrival, Edward had been an insufferable ass. The mating bond has helped them both. Alice's visions tends to only focus around Edward, and Edward tends to focus only on Alice's thoughts. They are a perfect fit indeed.
Rosalie and Emmett's bond is just as strong even if neither of them are particularly gifted. Rosalie plays the part of damsel in distress well enough to feed Emmett's macho ego. They're almost human in their actions, bickering if only to partake in make up sex.
Carlisle and Esme are strongly bonded as well. Her maternal instinct is the thread that holds our coven together. I have tried to leave plenty of times, but Esme's goodbye hugs can last for days and then I just don't want to leave because I know I'll never feel love directed towards me again. Carlisle's compassion is proof that vampires very well still have souls. Not great news since I have lived a lifetime of hell earning acts, but Carlisle believes in repentance and the thought that my damned soul can be saved is comforting.
Everyone in our coven loves me in their own way and that's enough to get me to go to school instead of living life as a hermit.
I shake my head when I notice the parking lot filling. Alice flits towards the school first, Edward in tow, as Rosalie and Emmett strut across the parking lot hand in hand, heads held high. Of course we know that the other students think they're weird being in relationships with their 'foster' siblings, but at the end of the day when they're long dead, we'll return to Forks and play the charade again. Vampires, after all, are creatures of habit.
She sits at the same table she had the day before, but without Lauren. Once Lauren returns from her three day suspension, it will be decided by the principal that she will have to take the freshman/sophomore lunch period since Lauren is a Junior and Jessica is a Senior.
So she is a senior after all, I muse silently. Edward rolls his eyes at my thought before throwing me an apologetic look. Sometimes if thoughts are strong enough, he can't help but react.
"She thinks in Spanish." Edward says rubbing his temples.
"You know Spanish," I shrug. I had spent a month teaching him after all.
Alice slaps her forehead. "She decides in Spanish too. That's why I haven't been able to 'see' her."
Spanish gives Alice migranes. It's the reason I make my most important decisions in Spanish.
I glance at Jessica's tray, another salad.
"Ensalada, Alice, not enchilada," I groan. Alice's Spanish is terrible.
As long as Jessica keeps her Spanish up, Alice is blind.
"Jesus effing Christ," Rosalie breathes.
"Lighten up, Rosie," Emmett says trying not to lose control of his laughter. "This could be fun."
