I'M AT WAR
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Chapter 10: Welcome back Major!
Quil's P.O.V
FIND THAT FUCKING BLOODSUCKER AND KILL HER! KILL ANY FUCKING LEECH YOU COME ACROSS! I flinched under Jacob's order, my hind legs immediately bending obediently and bowing my head before pouncing off towards his house. Seth and his imprint had been missing for several hours now, her sickly sweet scent enveloping Leah and Jacob's house before heading to the woods in their backyard. Her scent so close to home had rattled the alpha cage within Jacob and poor Sam now lay battered in Emily's arms at their house. The rightful pack leader now stood behind me in my wake, tremors rocking his wolf form and Embry suffering at his paws.
I had heard Embry's plea to get out of this place to Seth, and unfortunately, so did Jacob. Embry and I were on patrol, the shifts doubling in partnership now since the recent fight that had both sides injured severely. We weren't too far from Jacob's house when we'd discovered the fresh scent on a leaf. It was strange that only that single leaf had her smell, no blades of grass, no twigs or the bark of the trees reeked of her. Only a single leaf.
Embry wouldn't have questioned the leaf if it hadn't been so green, he would've brushed it off as one of us carrying it when we'd returned home but it was so unusual and too far into our land to let it pass. I watched as he clawed his way up a tree after the pair of us tried to figure out where the hell it came from; it was also enough to distract us of Jacob's phasing to his wolf form.
I don't know what he saw but I was on my back, yelping in pain when I felt his teeth sink into my leg, Embry in the tree, ringing our friend in his human form on his mobile. I remember Jacob bolting to his house when he realised Embry was talking to Seth that I didn't even have time to wonder where the fuck Embry pulled out a phone considering we were on patrol.
That was nearly six hours ago; the pack had been trailing up and down what small scent Bella had left behind to no avail. Why would my doing of the same thing make a difference?
If you have an issue with this Quil, maybe you should fuck off too! Jacob barked angrily, making me nearly stumble as I ran to the trail that was probably overwhelmed by the packs' scent that it was most likely nonexistent. Claire was the only thing that sprung to my head, the thought of separating from her making my heart quench painfully and fully fall, flat on my chest and my head hitting a tree.
Quil, you alright bro? Embry's weak thought entered my brain as I stood and shook my head, Claire still heavy in my head.
Yeah br –
What the hell are you standing there for Quil! Get going! Of coarse I picked myself up and ran, my legs leading me as my wolf obeyed. Mentally, I was torn; run back to Claire and keep her safe or fill my duty in the pack? The mere mention of Jacob even thinking that I could be banished from the pack, from this land was terrifying, especially if Claire wasn't with me. My own survival would be limited if I hadn't gone crazy and attacked Jacob for putting outside the boarder in the first place.
I knew deep down though that she was safe otherwise there would be no questioning. The threat of a vampire on our land had strong circumstances that usually resulted in all the imprints and our children at Sam's house with two members of the pack, circling the property repetitively and old Emily cooking up a feast, a convincing front that everything was going to be ok.
Jacob's house came into view and so did Brady, his fur somewhat mangled and covered in leaves. What's up Brady?
I could hear Jacob in the back of my mind tsking, his patience wearing thin and cursing me for being so disrespectful to his leadership. I once held the utmost respect for my old friend but his head up his ass could drive even the most calmest and patient person insane, and with the recent turn of events, picking between him and Seth wasn't a difficult choice.
Not much man. No changes to report. Obviously aware of Jacob, I nod before picking up my pace. I find the aroma where the scent is smothered with the packs' odour, my earlier thoughts very near correct because Bella's sickly sweet smell was near diminished. With a roll of the eyes, I followed it to where I past Paul and Collin, both with similar thoughts of returning home because this was a waste of time. With a nod to each, I follow on, Leah's smell heavy.
I find her in the tree where the scent seemed to be the last; we all knew that she was travelling by the trees. The air she would've jumped through lacked her smell now and had since we first found this path so this was our dead end… that and the treaty line was only a few more kilometres from her.
Jacob, baby… what more can we do? The scent has gone. Leah's thoughts filtered through my brain and I suppressed the mental cheer of her request. Jacob, though the alpha, couldn't deny his imprint because they came first; in every situation, no matter what. Paul and Collin however, weren't as successful in their hiding of happiness, both agreeing completely and complaining of their starvation and imprint in Paul's case. Hell, Jared and Bobby who were with the imprints at Sam and Leah's even fell to the ground in exhaustion causing Kim to fly down the steps, her face marred in fear and worry at her husband's sudden fall.
Jacob sighed, his thoughts softening as he realised that only 4 out of the 11 our pack members hadn't imprinted yet therefore felt guilty for denying the rest of our existence. Collin, Bobby and Brady immediately vanished from our thoughts when the ok was given to rest, their hunger getting the best of them… well in Bobby's case, to reassure Kim that Jared was ok but really tired.
With a happy sigh, I bolted to Sam's house, desperate to feel Claire in my arms and kiss her pretty face.
Did not need that image dude! She's like a sister to me! Embry quipped as he to moved, though more slowly towards Sam's house.
Embry, if you saw her as a sister and not as a fucking maid, then I would restrain myself!
I don't see her as a maid!
I didn't bother showering his mind of her doing dirty shit for him, Paul did surprisingly, his voice narrating the events as he followed behind me. I laughed as I picked up my pace, the sheer images of her exciting me more and fuelling my anxiousness to have her in my arms.
Leaping over a stream and dogging a few trees, there she stood, her expression relieved yet concerned, her eyes darting from tree to tree around Sam's house. She seemed to out glow the other imprintees' that stood to her side, their expressions similar, especially Rachel's since she was very much aware of how Paul was. I quickly phased behind a shrub and untied my shorts from my leg before putting them on.
"Claire!" I whispered happily even though she was on the porch, her body turned away from me as she scanned the tree line. Her eyes flew back to my direction has if she heard me, a smile twisting her lips before she jumped off the porch and ran straight to me, Rachel in pursuit as I heard Paul step out behind me.
"Quil!" She murmured as she threw herself into my awaiting arms. I hated that I could smell the tears before they even came, seeing her cry made it too painful to bare.
This had only happened a handful of times since my first phase and imprinting on the wonderful woman in my arms, a vampire daring to cross the boundaries I mean. It always meant that our pack was in danger, that there was a chance that one of us wouldn't ever return. Though the imprintees' didn't feel the power of the imprint like the pack does, we were still perfect to their eyes, filled them completely because our souls had met and became one; they wouldn't die like we would but feel hollow until their last breath.
"I was so worried!" Claire cried into my shoulder, her body rocking slightly with sobs as her arms struggled to wrap around my waist.
I had promised that I wouldn't phase as soon as the Cullens had move on, I had said that my wolf days were going to end. That, of coarse sent my wolf into a rage and I struggled, after 20 old years of mastering it, to phase back into my human form. Apart from Seth and Sam, I was the next calmest of them all.
"I know baby… maybe with these recent events, they may move on faster…" I whisper, my hand rising to her head to run my fingers through her hair.
"Is he ok?" It was a few minutes later that she asked the question about Seth, her voice calmer but slightly hoarse.
"We don't know Claire. We couldn't find them." I whispered. "I really hope they've run away and won't return… she'll be dead before she could even sense us and he'll… he'll –" my voice choked at the realisation. They were imprinted, I knew this for a fact even though only one other pack member believed me. I couldn't help it, the thought of losing ones' imprint was heart wrenching and because we all were connected mentally, we all felt it.
"Sshhh." She whispered soothingly even though her voice cracked again. "He's a smart man… he'll figure something out."
Would he? I nodded even though I didn't think he would be ok and lead her into the house. I knew that in the first month of the imprint occurring, Claire was the only thing that was coherent in my head, nothing made sense or flowed, it was messy and jumbled. Yeah sure, I know I imprinted on Claire when she was only two but she was my baby sister back then, the apple of my eye but she was still constantly on my mind.
Jasper's P.O.V (Please note the following: italics like this mean he is thinking or in speech over the phone, assuming the "" are in place. Bold italics is Jasper's Demon's thoughts.)
Finally back in its cage!
I hated that Rosalie and Bella were the only two that knew how to rattle my demon so much that he was clawing at my cage, shaking the lock and denting the floors. I was terrified what my demon did to me, made me turn to the real me… and it usually took its revenge on what woke it; no one had survived once it was released. I hated that Bella had become so selfish and disrespectful, something only Garrett used to be. I warned her never to travel with him because he was a human drinking nomad who was too spontaneous for her, too persistent, persuasive and down right rude when he felt like it; I was glad their travels ended just over a decade ago when they came across his mate Kate Denali. He'll be next on our list, Major.
I growled in annoyance as I sank down on my bed, my own emotions driving me crazy and depriving me of gaining any control. I felt like a newborn all over again. Running a hand through my hair and ruffling it, I brought my phone from its pocket and dialled her number again, receiving the same treatment as before: going straight to voice mail. Ah, the good ol' days… those days were when no one fucked with us, no one disrespected. It was just us Major… we were the God of War!
I hissed into the message bank before hanging up for the 49th time and threw the phone on the bed beside me; I was somewhat surprised that the message was allowed, I thought I would've filled it up by now. Pussy
"Fuckin' Bella!" I growled into the sheets, the last conver- argument repeating itself in my head.
"Leave me alone Jasper. I don't want anything to do with you so move!" So deadly, so scary she spoke… so unlike my Bella. He had made her hate me, made her disobey. Fucking nasty pup! I'll pluck every single piece of fur from his fucking body before snapping every bone! His death will be on her hands… his blood on her palms, fingers and nails. She'll never survive the pack when I toss her in there to teach her a lesson… even if they take her life to make her learn.
"Bella, I don't want you goin' near the dog. Please," I couldn't understand why she didn't see if as a threat. Not only is his god awful smell fucking potent, he is quite ugly for someone like Bella… and he definitely looked older then her, a good 7 years on her.
"How long have I been out Jasper?"
"Because my mate helped with the fusin', you've only been out of 11 hours. Where you goin'?" Why I said 'mate' instead of Rosalie was beyond me. If Rose had heard that, she would've ripped my arm from me again, hit me with it and then thrown it into the river for denying Bella her mother. Rosalie means nothing to me Jasper. GOD DAMN IT! HOW DARE YOU LOCK ME UP AND FIND A MATE! THE GOD OF WAR DOES NOT, EVER, HAVE A FUCKING MATE! FUCKING PUSSY!
"Out!" My finger tips grazed my shoulder, over the fresh bite mark of my already littered body to where I probed it. That action, that terrifying expression, lethal tone and black, bottomless eyes would forever be imprinted to the inside of my eyelids, never to be forgotten. She was my own creation, the exact same as me only physically different. Our creation Jasper, you taught her physically, I taught her everything mentally and emotionally. She is OUR mini-me.
"God damn it Alice! You win!" Emmett's cry of anger filled my room, his own disgust, loathing and sadness hitting me long before his words did. "I won't fucking divorce your greedy, manipulative, ungrateful ass!"
"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" Her anger rivaled his only she had the underling feeling of smugness seeping from her, something that didn't sit well with me one bit.
"Then learn how to treat me like a fucking human being! I ain't no God damn dog!" he barked as I moved to the door, a tinge of fear hitting me. I hissed quietly at that, the comment hitting too close to home.
"Well you definitely ain't no human either!" She replied, her voice picking up the Tennessee accent to muck him of his choice of words. I shook my head at that, her zero-maturity level the last thing any of us needed. Put the big brute out of his misery; decapitate and burn, decapitate and burn, decapitate and burn. Just like with Maria.
Once reaching the bottom of the steps, my eyes fell on Rosalie who stood next to the TV, her arms crossing her chest as she leant against the wall, her eyes black and tearful whereas her face twisted into utter hatred… one she was directing at Alice and Emmett before she swept it to me. I suppressed the shiver she made me feel and looked back over to the arguing couple, Edward at Alice's side with pride and glee practically flowing off him like a waterfall but looking at Rosalie with a confused expression. Asshole! So that is Rosalie; what a beautiful Goddess. Nonetheless, she's a distraction Jasper. We must dispose of her, she will make you weak. Put your old pair on, your real pair and end this nonsense so we can find Isabella.
He glared at me before returning his attention back to my mate, a glowering look now plastered to his ugly head. Kill the fucking red head! KILL HIM MAJOR! Blondie is ours to destroy!
"You're really mature Alice!" Emmett was absolutely furious, his anger nearly knocking me on my ass as his arms flew around and venom spitting in the air, backing up his words. "I need out! I can't stand to be around you anymore!" Thank God.
Alice stiffened, her eyes widening and smugness vanishing, in fact all emotions disappeared. Edward ripped his glare aware for Rosalie and freaked at Alice's stance as Emmett took advantage of her vision overcoming her and headed for the door, ripping it off the hinges and racing through it.
"Not another fucking door!" I hissed under my breath as Edward shook Alice, his voice raising so high in fear that the thud to my left and happiness filling me was almost too good to be true in this situation. I glanced over at Rose, slightly scared to see that horrible scowl directed at me but relieved to see it was her that was happy and doubled over laughing at Edward. I however, ate up his negative emotions for once instead of hovering to Rosalie's happier ones, the fear feeding my demon's waiting mouth; I could practically feel his teeth chewing down greedily on it. Damn straight Major. This shit is good!
I sighed, their emotions absorbed with mine and making me clench my fists and try to take control of the atmosphere. Though she was calming from her giddiness, Rosalie's underlying anger and bitterness was strong and only added to mine, again feeding my vampire and weirdly form some sort of strategy in my head. If you weren't sulking in self pity and waiting for that stupid thing you call a mate, you wouldn't have waited! You'd be half way through you torture session and schooling Isabella's emotions so that she felt happy about her 'mate' suffering! Fucking pussy that you've turn into Major!
I'd left it too late to run after Bella. I shouldn't have let her out of my eyesight, should have followed her. When I had given pursuit, her scent was over the border and leaving me twitching to hit Emmett who had come with me and mentally punch myself for being too scared to cross the fucking treaty line. That's right Major, you've turned into a weak bitch, putting your family before your own needs.
I sighed again as I tried to think of a plan, attempted to calm the whole room down to get my head in the game and struggled to keep my beast from breaking lose; seemed to be even more desperate now that it had fed on these feelings. I shook my head and raced back to my room and grabbed my phone. It had been too long since I'd seen my old friends, too long to ask a favour anyways. I shrugged because I knew they would do anything for me, anything for Rose or Bella.
"Major, you fucker!" I would've smiled and retorted just as cheekily if his usual greeting wasn't so judgmental… like he was really call me a 'fucker'. Your Captain should never cross that line Major. He honestly thinks he has anything on us?
"Peter, ol' buddy. What's goin' on?" I reply after coming to the conclusion that it only was because far too long since I'd seen and spoken to him or Charlotte.
"Don 'buddy, ol' pal' me! We just got off the phone wiv Bells!"
I couldn't help it, a snarl exited my mouth and into the mouth piece even though I felt relief that I now knew she was ok. Now where is she? What have y'all planned? I bet there meeting Major. I felt my cage stop shaking as a feeling of calm surrounded me; the usual effects of my demon finally being free. It's about God damn time!
"Don't YOU DARE growl at the mention of her name!" I recognised the new voice as Charlotte's, her normally cheerful, beautiful bell like voice wrapped tightly in venom. "It ain't gonna matter if her mate is a fuckin' frog! You damn well bloody fuckin' support like a father would! You selfish son of a bit –" "Char!"
I was slightly relieved Peter interfered; Char was just as scary has my blonde headed mate. I don't think I could handle – no one could handle those two together, the world would be at there every whim.
I glanced over at Rosalie and as reading my thoughts, she smirked and raised an eyebrow, daring me to defend myself.
"I really ain't gonna give a flyin' fuck if she found her mate in a frog! At least she'd stay the fuck away from 'em!" The fond memory I got of Bella's reaction to any type of frog had my knees near buckling and my stomach tightening in what I'd imagine the humans would say is stitches, she was absolutely petrified of the slimy things, something that intensified as a vampire. It ain't the time for reminiscing Major. We have business to take care of!
Rosalie snarled to my left before reaching for the phone. I shook my head and glared at her, her attitude getting beyond fucking stupid when she should be with me on this. Bella mating to a fucking shape shifting mutt was completely unacceptable!
"You stay away from them Jasper!" Peter's demand brought back the painful memories of our newborn years, the days when he was the Captain and I was the God of War; if he wanted to play that way then fine. I was the fucking creator of that voice, the God damn ring leader of putting beings in their place. I could practically feel my true self swimming within me before sinking into my bones, taking control of every muscle, every limp, movement and thought. That's it Major, allow me to reacquaint you with your real self; Major, the God of War has finally returned.
I barely noticed the blond headed vampire step away from me, all anger and smugness gone as small waves of fear rolled off her. Good Major, now finish her, she's only a distraction!
This is who I am. I rolled my shoulders back and smiled at her causing her to flee to the wall as once occupied, a small gasp slipping out as her eyes watered. Weak!
"Now you listen to me Peter!" I growled, my voice dropping and roping authority with ever millisecond. I noticed the pixie like vampire had scurried to a corner, her tiny body shrinking and giving off a large amount of fear as she clung tightly to the red head's hand. Pathetic!"Bella is mine and she has stepped over the fuckin' line!" I continued in my normal menacing voice. "If she comes to you, ya better fuckin' pick up the phone an' holler at me!"
"It's really him…" I heard the girl my Captain calls mate whimper. Another fuckin' problem! Need to get rid a the two blonde bitches if we want this to go smootha… maybe I should capture her and hold her hostage so that the Captain can come to his senses.
"Damn straight Darlin'! Now will y'all be doin' as I say or do I have to fuckin' drill that shit to ya head?"
Nothing angered me more then hearing a dial tone, the noise frustrating my sensitive ears and declaring such finality that it drove me crazy. I snarled at it before crushing it with my fingers to my palms, my emotions flowing within me as I tried to form a plan. The last time I had spoken to Peter or Charlotte, they were living on the outskirts or Baton Rouge, Louisiana and that was nearly 40 years ago; if anything, they would be returning there.
"Jasper?" I ignored the voice that tried to distract me from my thoughts, my mind racing as I tried to map out their previous locations to see if there was any type of pattern. I couldn't handle anything of mine to be taken from me and Bella was someone that had my venom running through her body, she was mine.
"She's a person Jasper! You have no such claim ov –" I pressed the vampire to the wall, hand gripping his throat roughly as I glared at him.
"The name is Major!" I snarled, hand twitching to rip him apart. "Bella is my creation!" I continue to seethe, venom splattering his face as I tightened my hold on this young vampire. "How dare you!"
He squirmed beneath my hold, his hands wrapping around my wrist and fingers, trying to tug them away desperately. Fear was rolling off him and he was suddenly uncomfortable, his mouth gaping as he struggled to breath in air. The black paired vampire beside him was gasping, whimpers continuing to leave her as she kept raising her hand to help before withdrawing it to her.
"Jasper!" I tilted my head slightly, my anger building faster as my thoughts were again interrupted by the blonde headed vampire behind us, the one I couldn't see. With that realisation, I spun on my heel, dragging the mind reader with me so that I was holding him in the air.
I glared at her and dug my nails into the orange haired vampire causing him to cry out as his granite like skin caved beneath me. "Major darlin'. That's my name. Now the fuck do ya want?" I barked
"Let Edward go… this isn't you…" Her voice was soft and her eyes were black and watery. She looked so familiar, so illegally beautiful that I so badly wanted to touch her, to believe that she was real; she looked like an angel. "It's me, Rosalie… your… your mate…" she was trembling as a sob exited her mouth, her body posture submissive and vulnerable… but she hesitated. Was she regrettin' acceptin' me as a mate? You don't need her Major.
With the mind reader still in my hold and the pixie vampire behind me, fear so evident that I would've thought she was going to pass out, that I knew she wasn't about to move, I closed my eyes. Sucking in a breath so deep as I tried to believe this Rosalie and her declaration. I did feel extremely protective of her, feel my dead heart beat when she was close and feel the warmth she spread through me even though I was practically ice; she had to mean something to me. A mate would never make me question my demon…
Jasper knows she's your mate Major, but you ain't exactly him right now are ya? You're the God of War so pull your head outta ya ass and rip this piece a shit to shreds. Isabella's getting' further away!
That was all I needed, a pep-talk to myself to put me back on track. I snarled at Rosalie, daring her to say one more pathetic word before turning back to this Edward vampire and twisting my other hand to his shoulder, ripping his head from his body and throwing the head to the other side of the living room.
The black haired vampire and Rosalie screamed in sheer panic and fear rolling off them, near crippling me. I dropped the lifeless Edward to the floor and clutched my head, trying to reign in their emotions so that I could control my own.
"Y'all better get ya emotions in check!" I ordered when I couldn't grasp their feelings; Pixie continuing to whimper, her tiny body rattling herself so much that her whole frame shook and Rosalie had fled to the other side of the house, her own sobs echoing throughout that it nearly had my dead heart aching.
Jasper's dead heart achin'! My mind quipped. Now let's go get Isabella!
"Rosalie!" I said calmly, turning my body to the stairs. "Darlin'?" I taunted when I heard her breath hitch and light foot steps head towards me.
"Yes Major?" Her reply was cold even though her emotions were beyond furious and scared. This is exactly how she should be addressin' me! She'd make such a good soldier! Purty too!
I couldn't help the satisfying smile that curved my lips. "We're goin' on a little huntin' trip. I expect y'all to be in the car in 5 seconds." I directed this to Pixie too. "And get that mind readin' shit in there too! He'll be useful!"
I was in the car before them, Rosalie a second later with the redhead's head in her fingers followed two seconds later by Pixie who was holding Edward so tenderly that I growled at the affections. It simply wasn't allowed, especially in this type of situation. A mated pair was too dangerous, too violent and far too much of a pain in my ass.
"Get ya ass in the front Pixie!" I seethed, my hand moving to start up the vehicle. "Your physic abilities are needed. Rosalie, fuse him back together," I jerked a thumb behind me when Pixie was beside me. "You're pretty much useless to me right now anyways!" I sneered. I was happy that I got the reaction I expected; venom flooding her black eyes, cries, pain shooting through her, blah, blah, blah. Again, pathetic. I can't believe Jasper's 'mated' to someone like her.
"If I'm so useless, Major, why didn't you just leave me behind?" She was either brave, or really fucking stupid but because she had been the only one out of the three to address me correctly, sarcastic or not, I choose the former of the two… it was somewhat a decent question after all.
"Bait darlin'. Bella loves you."
Bella's P.O.V
My whole life has changed
Since you came in
I knew back then you were that special one
I'm so in love so deep in love you make my life complete
you are so sweet no one competes
glad you came into my life
you blind me with your love
with you I have no sight
Girl you open me,
I'm wide open and
I'm doing thangs I never do but
I feel so good,
I feel so good
why it take so long for me finding you
this is my story and
I'm telling you it's not fiction
it's surely a fact without you
right here having my back
I really don't know just where I'd be at
I analyzed myself
I was buck wild never thought about settling down
but all the time I knew
I was ready but not with all my friends around
but girl I put you first
now you made me help mold me turned me into a man
I'm so responsible and I owe it all to you
God blessed me girl
he was good to me when he sent you
I'm so happy baby share my world
I'm so in love
I'm addicted to your love baby
My whole life has changed
Since you came in
I knew back then you were that special one (you were that very, very special one)
I'm so in love so deep in love you make my life complete
you are so sweet no one competes
glad you came into my life
you blind me with your love
with you I have no sight
I watched as Seth stirred, the song by Ginuwine still fresh in my head as the small breeze from the air-conditioning caused the curtain to flutter slightly and allow a slither of sunlight to shower his face. I had tried to get up and close it firmly but he had grunted, tightened his grip and turned the other way, taking me with him and nearly sending me flying off the bed. It was pretty funny once I'd thought about it, after I'd pushed him over some so that I could squeeze back on the bed.
I placed a kiss to his chest, excited that he had finally awoken after 5 hours, 29 minutes and 37, 38, 39, 40, 41… don't count Bella! Seconds. I had been bored after my brain came to the conclusion that I know next to nothing about humans, that I didn't remember the recipes I knew so well as a human that used to make my father and brother loosen their belts and complain about eating too much. It was stupid of me that I couldn't wait a few measly hours for him to rest when I'd spent my entire vampire life in patience.
"Baby…" I whisper, bringing my hand forward and running a finger gently across his forehead and down his check whilst I continue kissing his chest.
I could feel the rumble beneath my lips and smile against it once he moans and his grip tightens on me. "Shorty…" he hums.
I smile against his broad chest again, continuing my kisses and venturing down his body slowly. The subconscious thought that this is bad, that it can't go any further then embraces and lip-locking was screaming at me to stop. It was wrong to lead him on when we couldn't go any further until we had somewhat sorted this major issue out. But I couldn't stop; I was crazy about this man beneath me, in love with my mate and wanted nothing more then to see my mark on him.
"Morning Shorty…" he moaned softly as I kissed just below is abs, his erection brushing against my neck as I made way for it.
"Hey baby… it's about time you woke." I replied teasingly, making my way back up his body so that I could place a kiss to his lips. "How're you feeling today?" Due to our escaping yesterday, my roughness when running and the nights' activities, I had notice swelling and tinge of bruising to his skin on his ribs whilst he was sleeping. I didn't notice it before but his skin was no longer yellowish or puffy so my earlier thoughts of medication may not be necessary.
"Awesome! Best wake up call ever!" He said with a grin and eyelids squeezed closed, almost willing me to continue.
I giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. "No, I meant physically."
One eye peaked open, gazing into mine before he tightened his hold and flipped us over so that I lay beneath him and he hovered over me. "Healthy as a horse but extremely, severely frustrated." He declared before leaning down to kiss my neck, his hard cock grinding against my core that was soaked wet already just to tell me how severely frustrated he was.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the effects he had on me but also willing up the strength to stop anything from going further. It took everything within to me to not melt at his touch, to not run my fingers through his silky hair or cup his arms as he lapped lower at my chest; it took everything to not give into my natural instincts and seal our matage. Barely grazing my right breast, I weakly pulled on his shoulders. "Seth…" I whispered, at lost for words because of the guilt and sadness filling me, my own frustrations not far off.
He rested his head in the crook of my neck, a hot sigh breezing against my neck. "I know… I'm sorry,"
I shook my head, my chin bumping into his head. "No… it's my fault."
"It's not Shorty." He whispered before placing a soft kiss to my neck then lifting himself off me so that the was resting on the palms of his hands and looking down at me.
"It is… if my venom wasn't so life threatening to you –"
"It's my fault." He said with finality.
Several moments later, Seth was sitting on the edge of the bed naked, a glare fixating his handsome face and directed at me. Me, I stood with my hands on my hips also naked, my own scowl thrown at him. "We'll agree to disagree then!" I growled, his stubbornness the strength of a brick wall and the size of Texas and eyes burning with fire.
Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes and stood, his face expressionless now but eyes conflicted. "Ok, I'm sorry for arguing."
I felt my eyes squint and my own anger flare higher. I mean, I should've just shut my mouth because he really did look sorry for fighting and said my apologies too but my own stubbornness and the ignorance that comes naturally with vampires wouldn't have that. "You should be Seth. Why can't you just understand that it's my fault? Why can't you get that my fucking venom is probably the biggest barrier of us really being a mated pair?" I turn on my heel and gathered the shopping bags with our clothes in it and ruffled through them, looking for my underwear, jeans and long sleeve t-shirt.
"I'm trying to be sincere here Bella, trying to make this better!" Seth's voice sounded outraged and I was somewhat glad that it felt like whiplash to my heart, I did deserve it.
I sigh and gather the clothes together before looking towards the window. "I know… I'm sorry too." I barely say above a whisper, moving towards the window to see what the sky was look.
"So you're just going to ignore me? That's really fucking mature Bella." I spun around and stared at him, not even making it to the window.
"Excuse me? I just apologised!" I match his tone.
He scoffed before saying "I didn't hear you!" His glare now back in place before he spun on his heel and went to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
"I thought your sensitive hearing was as good as mine!" I yell behind him with his only response being the sound of a shower curtain rufflling.
I roll my eyes before the stinging strikes again. My eyes fill with venom as I place the clothes on the table before sliding my boy shorts and matching bra on; tears the result of our very first argument. How cliché! Nonetheless, it still hurt. I sighed and moved the hair out of my face, angry at myself and ridiculously thinking of ways to make it up to Seth when I'd already come to terms with the fact that I didn't know him as well as I would've liked. Bending over once the jeans were in my hands, I slide them on, put the button through the hole and zip the jeans up before moving to the black skin tight shirt. Could I be anymore selfish? And who the fuck argues whilst butt naked? And quit making this about you Bella!
"Shorty?" I resisted the need to strip down again and run to him, jumping in the shower that he now had running and dropping down to my knees and apologising. Again, that's just foolish Bella. Instead, I walk to the bathroom and push open the door, trying to mask the agony caused by the stupid, ludicrous argument and stand before him. I was slightly relieved that I didn't have to fight hard to hide it; in fact, I didn't have to bother at all because the only thing that was pure agony was I couldn't jump my mate standing before me, heated shower running with steam surrounding us and misting up the mirror. It's torturous that I have to look at his face when all that needs attention! I scolded myself for letting the thought venture before stopping it, knowing it was partly true that his muscular arms hung aside him, his pecs looking tense and bulging and highlighting his darker nipples that stood pebbled; his ripped belly was firm, eight abs defined and unevenly rectangled, portrayed perfectly by his solid outer/side abs. Unfortunately, I couldn't look any further, the small stupid white towel hung low on his body, the remainder of his 'V' dipping and hiding behind it. Who the fuck invented towels?
Not in control of myself, I sighed happily, panties soaking and fire continuously soaring through me, going straight to my crotch. I felt my own nipples stand high as he took a step, the size of his legs too big for the small towel to accommodate his movements causing it to flutter open, a huge slit created. It didn't exactly help that his cock was nearly bouncing through the fluffy material.
He stopped moving then, his breathing heavy as he looked my up and down. "If I wasn't so shitty with you and had the obvious death wish for one of us over our heads, I'd have you against that wall, fucking you so hard you'll only ever want me angry!" I knew he wasn't angry, even though his face was twisted that way. His eyes and voice gave away his lustful feelings, gave away that he really was struggling to stay were he was and not fuck me senseless.
My breathing hitched and I willed my eyes to close because I was struggling to stay still too. His voice alone, all God damn husky and breathless, had widened the flood gates between my legs so I wouldn't have been surprised if my jeans' crotch would be as soaking as my panties. All anger and guilt left me, replaced by such lust that I felt like a bitch on heat, knees buckling and turning to jello. I wanted nothing more then him to have me on the wall, would even go all submissive on him and beg for him to drive into my pussy so fucking hard that his balls were smacking my ass, even though that that wasn't my thing.
I don't know how but I became impossibly wetter at the image of our skin slapping together, the sound making my eyes want to roll back to my head and shove a finger down my panties and massage my throbbing clit. I pretended that he held my hands above my head, his head bending to my tit and pulling it to his mouth as my legs cling to his waist tighter, his other hand gripping my ass as he grunts into my skin. I could just see my pussy devour his dick so easily - what with how wet he makes me - and hit my spongy G-spot without any guidance… somehow I knew he would know exactly where it is. I bet I wouldn't take long before my walls would clench around him, hands freeing themselves from his hold only to drag my nails down his muscled back and hair; I would be in such ecstasy.
"What'd… what'd –" I couldn't speak; he had knocked me breathless. I needed to though because my imagination was really testing its limits, forming scenarios of him bending me over the vanity and forcing my hands on the wall before slamming into me, causing my tits to bounce so much that they nearly hit my face and my voice to produce noises that I didn't even know could be made… of coarse Seth would fuck me so hard and quick that the smacking of our skin alone would send me over the edge. Or maybe I would simply push him to the tiled floor and jump on his penis, grinding down on him so that my cunt would drip on his legs and my walls would squeeze tightly around his cock. Hell, even if he ripped my clothes off right now and pushed me to the wall, sliding his thick, long fingers into me whilst his tongue danced with mine was good enough.
"You smell so good Shorty! So devilishly yummy…" he whispered, pulling me from my heavenly thoughts and preventing the orgasm from building any further within me.
"Seth," I'm still breathless, the air around us so thick that I'm curious to how he is still breathing even though my imagination made it seem ragged. Finally able to close my eyes, at last able to tear my eyes away from his God like body, I try to rid myself of my sexual juices and extremely vivid images… well movies. "What'd you call me in here for?" I mentally hit myself for still being ridiculously flustered.
He shrugged his massive shoulders before smirking at me. He dropped his towel to the floor, his erection no longer hidden or straining beneath it and spun on his heels, his tight ass muscles clenching as he moved to the shower. Any coherent thought created, any scenario I'd managed to hide away in my brain and all floods to the lower region I'd blocked where shattered, leaving me winded, horny and extremely frustrated.
I couldn't believe that we'd had a fucking fight and he had just left me like this, gaping like a fucking fish. "Tease!" I growled out before fleeing from the room, stripping out of my jeans and boy shirts before flinging myself at the bed. I didn't care that my lover, my mate was in the other room; my fingers immediately headed down south, spread my folds and slid too easily into my cunt.
I couldn't help but to moan, finally finding friction. I squeeze my clad covered breast as my thumb found my clit, rubbing it as I fingered myself.
I couldn't believe I had gone back to masturbation, something I hadn't done in a couple of decades… but fuck did it feel good!
And then I heard it; that beautiful, erotic noise that made me scream his name when I was dreaming of him fucking me in the bathroom; skin smacking again skin. I didn't stop my movements, instead tried to match his quick pace of up, down, up, down only it was in, out, in, out for me and fuck did it feel amazing. I listened as his breathing quickened, the shower no longer drowning him out because he was getting closer… hell, I was getting closer.
Hand now free of my tit, I fisted it into the sheet surrounding me, my orgasm making me cry 'Seth' so loud that I swear the rooms down the hall would've heard me. His loud grunt was his signal that he hand finished jerking off, a somewhat satisfied sigh filling my ears. I didn't know how to feel about that; angry that I hadn't been the one to bring him to his orgasm or relieved that maybe some of the sexual tension between us had dissolved.
Getting up and walking to the small kitchen, I rinsed my hand free of my cum and headed back to the bags of shopping I'd done and pulled out my last pair of jeans before pulling on my black Ugg boots. Commando it is. Once both feet were placed back on the ground, Seth decided to return, his slightly damp feet slapping against the vinyl against he moved towards me. Yeah, sexual tension dissolved my ass! Again, I was knocked breathless as he stood before me with his small towel, droplets of water glistering off his dark skin that I wanted desperately to lick them off even though I would have an urge to throw it all back up.
I wasn't going there again even when my clit, freshly rubbed mind you, throbbed painfully against my jeans. I ripped my eyes away from his chest making them ache and my hands twitch to touch where I couldn't see; touching was far more better then staring.
Seth's joyous eyes met mine, a grin curving his full lips as he placed a hand to my cheek. I loved it when he touched me, the heat of his skin thawing me and sending continuous waves of positive emotions through me as well as my brain processing absolutely nothing but the feel of his contact. I couldn't help but to close my eyes, my own smile forming as I cupped his hand with mine, the roughness of his making him seem less perfect and more real.
"Before you say anything sexual, I'm down to my jeans… you know what, just to be safe, don't say a word… you voice just screams sex!" I whisper, my eyes leaving his in embarrassment for just admitting such a thing.
"Commando Shorty?" he whispered, voice straining to remain casual and eyes again becoming heavy with want. "If fighting always leads to hearing you scream my name, then I will gladly argue about me being at fault when it's yours." I balked at his comment, my shame amplifying tenfold as I turned my head away. I think my heart would've failed me if it still beat.
His laughed before placing a kiss to my forehead.
"I need to call Peter and Char. We need to see them." I murmured, my breathless voice making me keep my head down and sucking at changing the subject.
"Who are they?" I could hear the smirk in his voice as I turned to the hotel phone.
"A mated pair that are living in Arizona I think. Apart from Garrett, they would be our best option to help us. They know the 'Major' better then even Rosalie and I." I whispered the last part, the fact sending a shiver down my spine even though Seth's touch still left me high on endorphins. 'Major' mode was something neither of us liked and we fled from him; stupid decision on our part really because it only agitated him more, his possessive nature causing too much destruction in his wake to find us.
"Bella?" Seth murmured beside, his body enveloping me as he stood inches behind me. I fought to keep from sighing and letting my eyes roll back, his presence alone making me feel like the only girl in the world. "Do you really trust them? How do you know them?"
"I would trust them with our lives Seth, they playing a huge factor in my life and are extremely close to Jasper. He met them when he was in the newborn wars in the South… Peter was his second in command." The memory of meeting Peter and Charlotte for the first time managed to slither to the forefront of my head, both of there scars making me wary but something I had grown used to because of my creator; combined, they had absolutely nothing on the amount of bites Jasper had. I remember Char walking towards me quickly, eagerly, a huge smile on her angelic face and blonde hair breezing with the wind she'd created from her movement.
"We've heard so much about you Bella!" She'd declared, her voice so smooth and silky that it wrapped around me like a blanket.
"And I, you Charlotte. Jasper has told me so much about you two as well." I remember looking over her small frame at Peter. "What you two did was so brave and I want to thank you for giving Jasper an opportunity at a second chance."
I remember all of them tearing up with Charlotte and Rosalie gasping and Jasper pulling me to him, a fatherly hug engulfing me with such warmth, pride and unconditional love.
"Bella?" Seth whispered, pulling me back from my thoughts with a hand resting on my hip.
I ignored the feelings he set within me, the fire as I turned towards him. "I don't expect them to take us in or to travel with us… they just deserve to know that I've finally found my mate, found my rock." I smile at him, allowing a sliver of his passion to swim freely within me.
"If you're sure Shorty; I trust you." He places another kiss to my forehead and just like that, any earlier thoughts of the fight, any lingering emotions of it were gone, erased from me completely.
I hear him ruffle through the bags as I sit on the bed, quickly reading through the instructions to make outside calls whilst trying to contain my heavenly state. Doing as instructed, I quickly dialled Peter's phone, his number known to me like back of my hand.
"Hello?" Excitement filled me, the sound of her masculine, honey-like voice oozing through the phone.
"Peter, it's Bella." I whisper-yell. "I've missed you!"
"Bella, darlin'! Where you callin' from? Why ain't ya ringin' from your phone? Is everything ok?" I chuckled as a response, his heavy Texan accent wrapped tightly in panic. "Is that Bella? What's goin' Peter? What's happened?" I could hear Char moving towards the phone, her southern voice not as heavy with the accent Peter contained.
"I'm good Petey and Char. I've got some important news and need to see you both immediately." I say as calmly as possible even though a tad of urgency slipped into my voice.
"What's goin' on Bella?" Peter's voice was filled with concern.
"I'd rather talk to both of you in person because it's not something you're going to take –" Char interrupted me.
"Just tell us Isabella!" I cringed at hearing my full name, God I hated it. I felt the bed sink so I glanced beside me, Seth sitting there with a look of nothingness and bare-chested.
I reach for his hand with my free one and give him a reassuring smile. "I've found my mate." I say looking into his eyes.
Silence filled the other end of the phone as Seth's eyes filled with love, a gentle squeeze to my hand before he turned me so that my back was to his chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. A touch of his hand and only his hand I could handle but half his body pressed to mine? Hell no. Such passionate emotions exploded within me; my heart beating rapidly, butterflies fluttering in my stomach, head going completely blank and where ever our skin met was tingling. His high he made was going to be the death of me.
"Emmett finally gave into you?" It was Char who asked the question, her voice full of curiosity and worry.
Seth held me tighter as he growled before lowering his head to my neck and kissing it tenderly. "No Char. I will tell you the whole story upon seeing both of you but my mate isn't anything you're going to guess."
"What ya meanin' Bella? Ain't he a vampire? If that's the case, since when did humans start growlin'? Does he know whose fuckin' tree he's barkin' up?" Peter snapped. I could just imagine his face twisting into one of defensive and getting ready to be his snarky, tempered self.
"Peter," I tried to hide my smile but my voice sounded too giddy to calm him. "Peter, this is important. His name is Seth and he's… he's differ –"
"You trust them don't you?" Seth whispered to me, cutting me off.
"Was that him? He doesn't sound like a vampire…" Char mumbled into the phone.
"Seth is a werewolf, well shape-shifter." I answer, my eyes meeting Seth's brown eyes so that I could express the loyalty I held in them.
"Crazy vampire say what? A dog? Really Bella?" Char was the first to react, her voice in too much shock to pull off the humour of her response.
"Please don't call him that Char, Seth is my mate and yes, he takes the form a horse-size wolf… I'm going to give you a basis run down of our fucked up situation and I'm going to insist you two don't breath a word, curse or any kind of noise, including growling, grunting, whistling or humming, especially you Peter!" Any serious conversation between the three of us normally ended with us laughing or arguing so what I said needed to be. This conversation that I was apart to begin could very well be disastrous, either on our relationship or their relationship with Jasper… could I really do this?
"Bella, what's goin' on darlin'? you've really got us worried." Peter's voice was gentle and I was grateful for that.
"Jasper doesn't approve and has basically declared war between the Quilettes' and the Cullens. Peter, I don't think he far off from the 'Major' mode and I'm really worried for Rosalie." I begin, my voice breathless as the memories replayed themselves. "Peter, the bond between Seth and I, it's absurd he doesn't feel it… Seth's imprinted on me and I see him as my mate, I –"
"What is 'imprinted'?" Char questioned. I let her interruption slide, her query decent and pretty necessary to the story.
"It's when we find our soul mate." Seth answered before I could. "It's the most powerful feeling a werewolf can experience." At this, he raised his hand an tilted my head so that I was looking directly into his eyes; I was now under his spell. "You just look into there eyes and then the world shifts, it's like tunnel vision takes over and she's all that matters. It's like seeing the sun after being blind all your life. You hold me to this world Bella. You anchor me, give me the air to breath, will to eat, power to move; reason to live. Without you Shorty, I would die."
"Wow!" I barely heard Char's amazement because only Seth and I existed. His face was no longer blank, instead it was glowing. A radiant, contagious smile on his lips and eyes dancing with bliss.
"I love you," I whisper, my own eyes watering with happiness.
"I love you too." He says tenderly, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
"So it's love at first sight?" Peter's voice rang through, a curious and suspicious tone to it. "We will meet Bella. I wish to meet Seth and hear this whole story." Peter said finally. "Where are you?"
"We plan on leaving Oregon shortly." Seth replied when I refused to pop the bubble Seth had created.
"Meet us in Aurora, Colorado. Our cabin in the hills. We will leave Phoenix immediately and wait for you." I could hear the pair begin moving around. "Bella, be safe. If Jasper is the 'Major', he ain't stoppin' at nothin' to get ya back. Seth, I'm suggestin' you look after Bella, her life is more important then some puppy love." With that said, he hung up.
I growled at the dial tone, the noise agitating me to no end because it was so fucking final. How dare he call Seth's love for me 'Puppy Love'.
Upon completion of this chapter, I just want to let you know that my updates may not be frequent again. I live in Australia and I'm sure some of you have heard about the huge flooding and now cyclone that's reeked havoc in Queensland. Though I don't live in that part of Australia, I do live in the neighbouring state, the NT which is where the cyclone is heading.
I will update as soon as possible so please accept my early apologies, and sorry for any inconvenience. I know that this story has finally just taken off… what with Jasper going all GOD OF WAR and the sexual tension between Bella and Seth…
Thanks for reading,
Chels
