I'm sorry for the lack of updates on my part. Finlas have been getting to me lately. Nothing better than studying for tests and completing projects that the teachers could have assigned long before. And as to answer the question that many have been asking me lately: Will they be turning into vampires? Well, this chapter has some of the answers. Hi G.I. Joe!
I do not wont Twilight.
JPOV
Torture.
There was no apt way to describe the feelings that surged through me as I saw Bella for the last time; her beautiful tear stained face forever haunting, begging me to stay. I felt my heart rip into a million tiny pieces, my throat constricted with restrained emotion.
I simply closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to make myself feel whole again. I felt the air come in and out of my lungs; I heard the constant motions of the train, the loud voices of men speaking to one another drifting in and out of my compartment. But there was nothing left on the inside.
I felt almost as if I were floating, far away from the moving vehicle, in another time and place. I felt disconnected from the world, in too much pain to be a properly functioning part of the human race.
I did not note when we arrived to Fort Meyer ; I had fallen asleep sometime during the train ride. I could hear the officers that rushed into the locomotive shout commands and orders to the new recruits, directing men out and into their assigned troops.
I rose, stiff from the uncomfortable position I had fallen asleep in. I swung my bags out of under the seat and lumbered out to the bright light of a shining sun.
It was chaotic to say the least; men were scurrying around everywhere, tents set up haphazardly all around the perimeter. The commanders, in their crisp and fresh uniforms, draped in medals and badges, shouted orders to the soldiers that had already taken residence in the sagging tents that they now called home.
Not knowing where I was supposed to be headed, I walked around, trying to approach one of the commanders and ask where it was that I was supposed to be.
As I was getting ready to perform this task, I bumped into a soldier that had been carrying soiled rags. He fell to the floor, his armful of cloths fluttering to the air before settling to the ground like muddied feathers.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I said, helping him up as he began to collect his charges.
He hastily gathered them back into his arms before replying.
"It's alright. There is too much madness going on at the moment." He said as he got ready to run off again.
"Wait! I was wondering if you could possibly help me. I am a new arrival here, and have absolutely no idea where it is I am supposed to be." I explained as he looked at me, nodding every once in a while.
He was young, but looked earnest. A mop of dirty blond hair topped his head, falling into his hazel eyes as they looked at me with a burning curiosity.
"Yes, yes, it happens when the new recruits come. What is your name?" He asked.
"Jasper Whitlock, sir." I replied, looking at him blankly.
"You go to the end of the camp- over to the red flag over there. We get separated by alphabetical order." He explained as he briefly pointed to where I was to go.
"Thank you for your help…" I trailed off, having forgotten that I had not asked him for a name.
"Officer Joseph Zimmerman, at your service. I wish you the best of luck." He said, unable to properly salute me with an armful of dirty fabric piled up in his scrawny arms. He ran off back to wherever he was headed before literally running into me.
Other than my brief exchange with the young soldier, I realized I had not spoken to anyone for hours. I did not feel the desire to communicate with another human being, or to be surrounded by anyone other than the one that I needed most at that very moment.
The tightness was creeping back into my throat, and the stinging of my eyes warned me it was time to put aside those sentiments. Without a second thought of movement of hesitation, I headed towards the general direction of the flag and my new home.
Months passed by as decades. Time seemed to drag along like a sloth, barely progressing and sending me further into a self induced insanity.
Once my basic training had been completed, the commanders of my particular troop had been especially pleased by my progress. They quickly promoted me as was sent to my first assignments.
Though it was arduous work, it never seemed to be enough to keep my mind occupied long. In time my thoughts drifted back to her- to my Bella. It did not matter what time of day it was or what I was doing at that moment, her smiling face always came to my mind's eye in a constant reminder of what it was that I had left behind.
The memories that we had shared played over and over like a film behind my retinas, mocking me in my solitude and depression.
The regrets were eating away at my conscience, gnawing at my soul for having caused so much pain to all of those that I loved and cared for.
All in all, I was a complete wreck.
I could not concentrate as I directed the people of Galveston to safety, as I had now been assigned major. It was ridiculously easy to fool the army, and without a shred of pride I recognized I was probably the youngest major in the entire army.
Scared faces looked at me trustingly as I shouted orders and commands, chipping away a little more at the broken fragments of my heart. Families rushed around me, scurrying to safety, trusting me with their lives as I tried my best to keep myself from breaking down.
The day had been nothing short of hell, unforgiving on anyone standing outside in the blistering heat and humidity of the city, feeling as if I was physically melting under the intense rays. The myriad of problems that arose from the confusion were ever present throughout the day and well after the night settled in. As the darkness envelpoed the city, I began to make my final rounds. I was drained of energy, depleted of it, as I made one last check that everything was under control.
The roads were dark by the time that I walked back to the camp. I was feeling particularly lonely. It was times like these when I was left alone with my private thoughts that I felt most accutely my losses. It was times like these that I beat myself over and over for having given up such a special thing that I had had with Bella.
I was so absorbed in my memories that I did not note the three figures walking towards me in the growing dark. It was only when I felt an unreasonable sense of danger eminating from up ahead that I first saw them.
They were glowing in the soft moonlight. Their pale skin seemed luminescent as they appraised me, looking me up and down. They were all girls, young by the looks of them, and stunningly beautiful.
My mind immediately froze-though they were beyond gorgeous, there seemed to be an...unnaturalness to them. As the small, Mexican girl approached me, I could do nothing more than to stand frozen in place.
She was pale, with lush dark hair and small, delicate features. She seemed so fragile, yet moved with an underlying power and grace that I could do nothing more than to stare. She approached me, looking me up and down, inspecting me as if I were cattle.
"Hmm...you have potential. Not bad looking either. Tell me, soldier, what is your name." She commanded.
Nothing short of the gentleman that my mother had raised me, I answered, "Major Japser Whitlock, at your service, ma'am."
She nodded her head, not looking away from me. I began to fidget nervously, wondering what she was looking at so intensely. Did I have something on my face? Had I forgotten to put my pants on? I was so fearfully engrossed on the girl that I had ignored the others with her.
"Will you keep him, Maria? He seems...like a good catch." One of the girls spoke up, her voice melodic as it echoed through the deafening silence that had settled ominously over us.
"Wait, Nettie." Maria spoke, flicking her hand in a shushing motion.
She nodded her head again, as if finally coming to a decision. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehread.
"You will do. Wait for me down the road." She said outloud, instucting the other girls as they walked faster than I had thought possible in the opposite direction. I felt the sudden urge to call after them, to not leave me alone with this frightening creature.
She circled me, lightly touching my arm. She looked up innocently into my eyes, so big and wide that they brought a flash of memory. Bella.
I remembered her warm eyes and tinkling laugh, her lusterous hair and charming smile. I stuggled to keep her in my mind's eye as Maria leaned in to, what looked like, kiss me.
"No, miss, this isn't-" I began before she launched herself at me.
She bit down on my neck, breaking the skin. She began to drink my blood as pain began to settle into me, raging through my veins as she quickly disengaged her mouth from my throat. I crumpled to the ground as a searing fire began to spear my veins, knifing me from the inside.
I curled up, the pain intensifying as I felt it slowly spread throughout my body, burning me. I felt myself lose consciousness as the fire compiled, and heard Maria whisper, "You are mine forever."
I closed my eyes and a final image flittled behing my eyelids. Bella.
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I was going to add BPOV, but my mother is getting...irritated. I will update in three days, or as soon as possible. The sister is also on my case. Please review!