You, Me, Him, Her Us? What?

by Damn you people

Peter & Charlotte adopted a human girl several years back, now she's a sophomore, but just recently their daughter has developed symptoms of, what Peter believes, is her human body calling out to her mate, who just so happens to be their old friend Jasper Whitlock, or Hale? She doesn't know what is wrong with her, but her parents do and Peter's 'knower' has her on edge.

3. Chapter 3

You, Me, Him, Her... Us? What?

"Why Jasper? What the hell is this all about?" Shit, I have a vampire coming over and the smell of blood lingers, might as well clean the bathroom with bleach, at least for my sanity.

The bathroom is done and it's only a quarter after five, I need to make some dinner. As I am walking towards the kitchen, the doorbell rings, "I wonder who that could be," sarcasm lacing my voice. I open the door to find the promised vampire, I just motion him to come in.

"Your parents-"

"Got in touch with you and demanded that you get over here," I finish.

"Pretty much. Now, do you want to tell me why they asked me to come?"

"You could have told them, 'No,' you know?"

"Don't make me force you to tell me."

I sigh, looking away from his person, walking past him, "Why don't you take a seat? Make yourself at home even, I need to make some food, so, I'll be in the kitchen."

My throat is still sore and my chest feels just as bad. I get to the kitchen and grab some chicken broth and crackers. After heating up the broth, I consume the light substances. I get back to the living room, to see an empty room, I wonder where he could have gone. I bet he went back home... Why do I feel disappointed with that thought? Shouldn't I be glad that I don't have a type of babysitter?

I don't get it, what the hell is wrong with me? Nothing makes sense. I take a deep breath and release slowly, "Alright, I need to just relax."

"What's wrong?"

I turn to Jasper, "Nothing's wrong."

He just looks at me, "I don't believe you, but I'll leave it."

I sigh, "Alright."

"Now, are you going to tell me, in your own words, why I'm here?"

"If you already know, why do you want me to tell you?" I ask, turning and walking to the couch.

He sighs, "Come on, they made it seem as though you were dying."

"And you already know why, so what's the point in telling you what you already know?" he just looks at me, and I feel the urge to tell him, for what reason, I don't know, I growl.

I see him chuckle, "I can make you tell me, you know?"

I don't want to. He already knows for Pete's sake, but I feel the urge become stronger, "Damn it! Will you quit?"

"Quit what?" his mouth turns upwards, not too much, just slightly, but the rest of his face looks innocent.

God, I hate him, and then my chest starts up again, fuck me, "I'll tell you, happy?"

"Very."

"First, tell me how the hell to get this aching to stop."

"I'll get rid of it and you tell me, got it?"

I nod, sharply, he finds this funny, asshole, but suddenly it leaves, but the urge to disclose becomes stronger, "Some time after you left the ache returned with a vengeance. I called Char and Peter to see where they were and suddenly I felt the need to empty the contents of my stomach and after some time it had changed to blood."

He just hums and starts walking over to me, "How about you tell me about this ache?"

"I don't see how it would interest you," I admit.

"Humor me."

He sits next to me and places his hand on my shoulder, "I-It almost never stops, but it's gotten worse since getting here."

"Come on, I won't judge you," he says, squeezing my shoulder.

"It's... hard to explain."

"Well, when does it get better?"

Whenever you're near. No! I will not say that! "Whenever," I pause, I won't say it, "Whenever I don't feel, I don't know, stressed or cornered."

"What were you really going to say?" he asks after a moment, "I felt your hesitation."

I feel hurt, but I can't tell if he's just sharing it with me or if I feel it personally, "I don't know. It's hard to tell when it actually gets better, it only draws my attention when it gets worse."

"Any long term solutions to your problem, that you've thought of?"

Killing myself, "It's gotten to the point that I don't notice it, unless my attention is drawn to it."

I feel a blanket of warmth come over me. Why Jasper? Why not the actual doctor?

It does have something to do with Jasper, I can feel it in my bones, but what?

"What about the pain meds? Have they worked before?"

I'm trying to keep my breathing, in turn my heartbeat, even, "The dull ache would lessen, but I'm not sure if it was due to me believing it was gone or if it did, indeed, go away."

I place my head in my hands, I'm a freak. I'm a charity case. I'm a girl adopted by great people and my body is killing itself, myself, slowly. Oh, so, slowly. I don't have the heart to feel anything, I just feel numb, "It's gotten worse since coming up here, you say?"

"Yes," I reply, lifting my head, "At first I thought it was an environmental thing back home, but then here it got worse... I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me."

I didn't notice that he moved so that he was flush next to me, not until he wrapped his arm around my waist. Of course I wouldn't notice, my parents are vampires, but you think I would have since they are gone, "What are you doing?"

I don't get it, he's the one that the Cullen's say has the least amount of control, but I know that he can smell the blood in the air. Why is he so close? Why do I LIKE that he is so close? Why do I feel... Complete?

No, no, NO! There is no way, NO WAY, that could be MY emotions... Right?

His other hand places itself on my shoulder, "Are you okay, Chris?"

He didn't call me 'Belle,' so I'm guessing he genuinely cares, but that could be the optimist in me that I thought I killed long ago, "I do- Yeah, I'm fine."

"Hesitation and confusion," he says, placing his chin on top of my shoulder, "Is that all you can feel?"

Only when you're around, "No, it's just the only thing I feel at this point in time."

He doesn't need to breathe, but I can hear him doing so, "You seem nervous."

Yeah, I have a vampire, that I don't even know, in my personal bubble and I feel okay with that. I should NOT be okay with this, "I'm fine."

He doesn't move, but I'm not going to fight him, I need to figure this shit out.

What do I know?

1) My symptoms seemed to increase when coming here.

2) Said symptoms appear to diminish when Jasper is around.

3) Blood exited my system only after Jasper had been gone for some time.

4) No one will tell me what the hell is going on.

5) I enjoy his company.

6) I enjoy him being close.

What do I assume?

1) Jasper's emotions dictate the pain in my chest.

2) Having Jasper close keeps me from hurting and him touching me has the pain stop completely.

3) I'm just a charity case, so nothing I just mentioned means anything.

It shouldn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. Not to anyone. Only me.

Why does that thought hurt?

Something touches my face and I jump, "Sh, it's just me," did I really start crying? "What's up?" he pulls away from me.

"Nothing, just thinking," I say, I look at the clock and see that it's only seven, "Shouldn't you be getting back to your place?"

"No, I'm staying," I just look at him oddly, and he finishes in a bit of a rush, "PeterandCharaskedmetostaywithyouandtakecareofyouandIplanondoingjustthat."

Don't get me wrong, I like the idea, but then I remember that I'm just his friends' kid, "Oh, well, I'm sure this is ruining your normal routine," I turn away from him, "I'll be fine on my own."

He grabs my chin and forces me to face him, "You're a very independent person, but it's okay to need people every so often," I cast my eyes away from his face, "Why do you feel so upset?"

"I'm fine, really, I'm just thinking."

"About?"

You. No. Why would he want you, you're just a kid in his eyes. Peter's knower led us here, he probably 'knows' that I'm dying and he and Char are going to need someone to keep them sane.

That knower of his is what got me adopted in the first place, I'm only here for charity, no one cares.

He hasn't let go, but I keep my eyes downcast, "Nothing of importance."

"And, yet, you were crying," I don't move, but he continues, "Have they told you stories about who I was?" Nothing, "I've killed hundreds, if not thousands of people, vampire and human alike, but I finally escaped," I know, "Right now, I am on my best behavior, your scent, the blood in the air, makes it difficult, but they have faith in me-"

"Your family or Pete and Char?" I ask, gaining the courage to look into his molten caramel eyes.

"It doesn-"

"I'm almost positive that it isn't both."

I feel his apprehension, hell, I feel it all the time, "Just Peter and Char, the-"

"Others think you'll drain me," he nods, I sigh, I take his hand from my face and place mine on his, rubbing my finger along his cheek, "Is it hurting you to be here?" he shakes his head, "Do you feel out of control?" again, "Do you want to feed from me?"

"It's not that sim-"

"Jasper, I'm a vampire's natural food source," I cut him off, "You are not a monster, you are not an out of control animal, you're a vampire acting on your instincts."

(((Jasper's POV) -Note; I'm not a fan of doing POV changes, but I think, here, it would be a good spot to do so-))

Why doesn't she get it? It's not that simple! I'm not just going to drain her, but I'm also going to change her. She doesn't get it!

Why the hell would Peter insist on me coming here to watch her? Am I causing this? She's still human, she shouldn't feel the pull and even if she did, her body shouldn't be reacting as such, right?

Her emotions give me hope that she will accept me, but I can't take her now. She's sixteen, from what Char tells me she just celebrated a few weeks ago, that's just borderline Immortal Child in the Volturi's eyes.

She's beautiful. She doesn't deserve a monster. No matter what she says, that's exactly what I am. I can't believe she's touching me and letting me touch her, and she's not scared. She's not scared of me, I can feel her fear, but it's defiantly not of me.

'Mate,' I jump a bit, it has been so long since I've heard the Major in my head, 'Why haven't you claimed her?' he hisses.

'She's still human.'

'And? She's hurting,' he snarls at me, 'Why haven't you told her?'

'She might-'

'She is OUR mate, OUR one and only, and she needs US.'

'She doesn't KNOW.'

'She has accepted US! Are you NOT listening? She doesn't CARE about our past!'

'You're not hearing her correctly,' I growl.

'You threatened Mate earlier and SHE apologized, she is telling you that everything is okay,' he sounds annoyed, it's kind of funny, 'I was riding her emotions all day, she always felt better with us being close!'

'We were BOTH watching her emotions and it had nothing to do with us.'

'You're in denial, Jasper,' he accuses.

'I am no-'

'Yes, you are. I can smell the blood and she even told us WHY! She trusts us!' he sighs, 'We could be happy.'

'She's still a girl.'

'We don't have to TURN her, you idiot, she just needs to KNOW. She was crying earlier and I can only guess the cause.'

'I promised-'

'For graduation, but if she doesn't know or somehow something happens, things could get worse, and that's what our Captain and Lieutenant are trying to prevent. If we know our officers, if they didn't bring her here we would NEVER had met her.'

I don't know what to say, she had thrown up blood and Peter and Char both said that she had done so for about ten minutes, straight even, but how much of it was bloodied? By the smell, it was for a good amount of time, considering, 'How do you tell a human that they don't have a choice by having a mate?'

'How do you tell your mate's parents that she died because you didn't know how to tell her? Because you feared rejection?'

'I don't want to push her,' I take a pause, 'or insult her intelligence by breaking my deal with her.'

I can feel the Major scratching, slowly moving forward, 'I think she would rather have her intelligence insulted than die for no reason, or even turned without truly knowing why and just assuming it was because her parents didn't want to part with her.'

I hate it when he's right, "Jasper?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, why?"

"You look conflicted, maybe you should go hunt or find a way to relax."

'I wish she was implying,' the Major hums lowly, 'but once a Southern Gentlemen, always a Southern Gentleman, but don't get me wrong, Jasper, WE've raped people, but it wasn't like we didn't drain them afterwards. Plus our only real sexual partners have been Maria and Alice.'

'She deserves better than a quickie, even she realizes that.'

'I found that conversation to be rather funny, I'm actually surprised that you didn't kill all the males there that we're going after, Mate.'

"Really, I'm fine," I smile at her, she smiles back, she's still rubbing the pad of her thumb over my cheek, her warmth is refreshing. Telling Alice that she'll need a new fuck buddy is going to be a bitch.

"Is there anything I could get for you, or... anything?"

I lean my head into her palm, causing her to stop for a second to reposition her hand and continues. I close my eyes and try to remember the last time a simple, innocent ministration made me feel like this. Loved. I find a very vague memory, it's from my human life, my mother's house slave Justine. I was a boy and would get hurt often on the ranch, and she would treat my wounds. She raised me, she died the summer I turned thirteen and she was the biggest influence on me, "No, I'm okay."

I can feel her own conflicting emotions, "I'll be right back," she says, taking her hand away.

I watch her get up and leave towards the restroom, 'She's trying to be accommodating.'

'She has a tight ass.'

'As much as I hate the comment, I can't help but agree.'

I hear the Major snort, 'I wonder if she wants a family of her own...'

The one thing she could never have, 'I-' growl, 'WE could give her the world, anything she could ever want, except that.'

'I know, but she would be happy.'

She walks back in a few minutes later and sits down next to me, "Lay down."

The Major makes a snort and my mouth drops slightly, 'Is she trying to tell US what to do?' We say in unison, which doesn't happen often, I honestly think it has only happened one other time, "Excuse me?"

"Lay down on the couch, you head in my lap," she says, "What could possibly happen?"

So many scenarios run through mine and the Major's head, mine ending with her running from us and his leading to the bedroom, "Why?"

"I'm going to see if it will help you relax, something I think you desperately need."

'At least she isn't afraid to speak her mind,' the Major laughs, 'Come on, Jazzie, let's see what she has in mind,' he continues as I shrug and comply.

"Why do I need to lay down on your lap?"

Her breathing is even and she feels relaxed, "Just lay down and shut up," she chuckles.

'I like her,' I, personally, don't know why he's acting like this, he hates not being in control, but it might be because she's our Mate.

"Yes, ma'am," I say with a smile. My head lands in her lap and she starts running her fingers through my hair, causing me to purr. I can feel her amusement, but she doesn't say anything.

'If she could do this forever I would be a very happy man,' the Major purrs, and I agree.

She starts humming a song that I'm not familiar with, but I don't care what it is. If a vampire could sleep, I would have been already. She slowly stops and places both hands on my temples and starts massaging, causing me to moan, "Are you alright there, Jasper?" she has so much lightness and humor in her voice and her emotions are light, calm and relaxed.

"This feels amazing," I moan out.

"I'm happy you're enjoying yourself."

"Where'd you learn to do this?"

"My friends have had some rough times and I would help them relax this way," she chuckles, "They say I should open my own shop and do this for a living."

"I can see why," I feel her laugh, and I can't help but smile. I could defiantly see spending an eternity with her.

'She is only allowed to do this to us,' I hear the Major growl, yet purr, all at once.

'Agreed.'

(please note that the Jasper/Major conversations happen faster than a 'normal' conversation)