Jasper's POV

Once I arrived in Texas with Peter and Charlotte. We followed Peter's knower to a small Texan town called Wichita Falls. There, we purchased over one thousand acres of land, way outside of town, and built a large two story farm house.

After that, we just laid low waiting for Peter's knower to go off again. While we were waiting, I made some personal changes to my imagine and my diet. I throw out all of the prissy clothes Alice made me wear.

Afterward, I restocked my wardrobe with nothing but tee-shirts, jeans, plaid shirts, cowboy boots, and hats. Things I knew Alice would not approve of but that I loved.

I also went back to feeding from humans. However, I decided to adopted Peter and Charlotte's diet of only feeding from the dregs of society.

The ones that would not be missed, drug addicts, rapists, murders, and the like, people I felt didn't deserve the life they'd been given.

It had been a year since Alice left me and three months since we landed in Wichita. When Peter's knower went off again, I was in my study. Reading from a Civil War book and scoffing at the inaccuracies.

Unexpectedly, Peter came barreling through my study door. From the emotions he was giving off, I could tell he was excited and unsure about something.

"Major," Peter acknowledged me.

"What is it Peter?" I asked.

"Feel like hittin' the town t'night?"

"Not really. Why?" I ask suspiciously.

"Well, my knower tells me there's fun to be had in town t'night," Peter drawled. His Texan accent more noticeable then before, as he rocked back and forth on his feet. I raised my eyebrow as I didn't fully believe him.

I had felt his hesitation to answer my question. His strong accent showing that he was nervous about something. Like me, Peter usually toned down his accent. Slipping only in times of stress or strong feelings of emotion, it was easier for other people to understand us when we did.

"Cut the bullshit Captain. Why do ya really want to go?" I ordered him in my no-nonsense voice.

If Peter was smart he would cut this shit out now, I was in no mood to play his pussy footing around games. Peter, having been with me for so long, immediately saw that I was in no joking mood. He stood up straighter and looked me right in the eyes.

"Somethin' is gonna happen t'night and my knower says, you'll meet yer destiny in a bar." Peter told me in his all knowing voice.

Reading his emotions, I saw that he was completely serious. There was not a hint of mischief anywhere to be found. Nodding my head to say I understood. I walked out of my study and across the hall to my room. Right before I opened the door Peter spoke again.

"Major," Peter unsurely ask.

"Go. Make sure Charlotte is filled in on the plan and ready to go. We're leaving at sundown." Having nothing else to say, I entered my room.

Dressing in a tight black tee-shirt and Wrangler jeans. I pulled on my worn out black boots and grabbed my white cowboy hat. Looking in the mirror, I felt satisfied with how I looked.

I left my room and went back to my study. Picking up the discarded book, I tried to concentrate on the words filling the page. My mind though was going a million miles an hour and I was unable to continue reading.

Just what did Peter mean by something was going to happen tonight? And why would I supposedly meet my destiny in a bar? Just what was my destiny?

Before I meet Peter I never believed in this whole destiny crap. I always believed that people made their own destiny. Sometimes I still do believe that other times I just go with the flow.

I trust Peter with my very existence, so if he says that my destiny is waiting for me. Then I guess I have no choice but to follow were he leads. Hearing a tapping on my door, I looked up to see Charlotte standing in the open doorway.

Char is a lovely young woman, she stands at five three and is nothing but pure fire. Taking crap from no one, not even Peter. She has large breast and a itty bitty waist, with long legs that go one for miles.

There's no denying she's sexy as hell, she's just not my type. Unintentionally, a picture of Bella pops into my mind shaking my head to clear it of the picture. I looked back at Charlotte.

"What can I do for ya Darlin'," I asked coyly. Winking at me Char enters the room.

Then continues to joke with me. "Not much sexy. My mate just sent me to see if your fine ass was ready to leave," Char drawled in her southern accent. Her accent was a mix between a Texan twang and a Kentucky southern belle.

"Sure am Cherry Pie," I said referring to her hair that was an auburn red color.

Charlotte hated to be reminded that she was a red head. Don't know why though, it was just one of those strange female things that men, no matter the species, would never understand.

Char narrowed her eyes at me. "Watch it Major. Peter may be scared of ya but I ain't. I'll kick yer ass in a heart beat if ya don't stop teasin' me."

Ignoring Peter's shout that he was afraid of no one. I looked at the woman I called sister, knowing she meant no disrespect by her words and was only trying to cheer me up. I bowed my head in mock chastisement.

Like a good southern gentleman I replied with, "My apologies M'am. I meant no disrespect with my words. Can ya ever forgive me." I looked up at her flirtatiously from lowered lashes.

Earning a curse from Peter, who was still waiting for us downstairs and a giggle from Char. Peter called up to us from down the stairs.

"Damit brother, how many times do I gota tell ya to stop flirting with my mate," Peter good naturedly joked. He knew that Charlotte and I only thought of each other as siblings.

"Come on now bro, we don't wannna to be late in greeting yer destiny now do we."

Getting serious again, I stood up from the arm chair I was sitting in and offered Char my arm. Taking it she smiled at me in encouragement. Then, allowed me to escort her down to her mate. Once we were down stairs, Peter took Charlotte off my arm and slapped me on the back.

"Ya got nothin' to worry about Major. My knower is telling me that you'll like who ya meet."

I raised my eyebrow at him. Then drawled in my own Texan twang, "Really now, and just what else has yer knower told ya, that ya haven't shared yet."

Cursing at slipping up. Peter tried to look innocent, "Who me? I know nothing."

I snorted at Peter in disbelief, I knew though that I would get nothing out of him. Even if I were to pressure him, Peter would remain tight lipped. He was unwaveringly in the belief that some things his knower tells him, should not be shared for fear of changing the course of the future.

So I turned towards the door and walked outside to the truck. Climbing into the black vehicle, I waited for Peter and Charlotte. Once they were inside, I started the truck and headed down our gravel drive and in the direction of town.

"Where to Pete," I asked when we were just outside of town.

"The Red Rock Tavern." Turning right at the lone stop light in this tiny town. I headed in the direction of the only bar this town had. I pulled into a parking spot and took a deep breathe before I got out of the truck.

With Peter and Charlotte flanking me, I headed in the direction of the bar's door. Ready to face my destiny head on, I was unprepared though, for what that bar had in store for me.

For in that bar, not only would I find my mate and my life's completion. At the same time, I would also find a blast from a past, I had long thought to be behind me.

Author's Note: Any guesses on who Bella meet in the bar? Any guesses on what Japer's blast from the past is? Spaz86 thought that it was Peter Bella meet. Any one else think that?