Wretched and Divine

FAGE 15

Written for 4CullensandaBlack

Pairing: Bella Swan and Jasper Whitlock

Twilight Non-Canon

BY: hem16

Disclaimer: All work is fiction and rights belong to S. Meyer. I do not own any right or affiliates to Twilight. I am a novice writer who is playing in her world for my creativity and for others to enjoy.

PROMPT: Love is a drug but is revenge actually best served cold

Song listened to for inspiration: The Vengeance by Black Veil Brides

Seattle, Washington- Monday at 3:00 AM

There's a lot of time to think when your undead or the living dead. Vampires can live forever if they never meet their demise. Over the centuries the living dead either adapt to the changing world or they recluse themselves in solitude. To be honest, if I'd have known ever getting close to Edward Cullen would end my human life I'd have stayed far away. Facts are I didn't and because of Edward Cullen I am now a part of the living dead. To my sire and his coven I'm still a baby but I've grown into myself and am slowly starting to understand why Rosalie Hale hated her life. Days feel the same and most run together bleeding out the angst and drama humans these days emit.

That's not to say I'm ungrateful for the life I have now but it sure as hell wasn't easy to get there.

I should probably start at the beginning…

My sire is feared among our kind and he's ruthless when it comes to me. My first year it was not uncommon for me to hear him roar in anger at something his coven mate did or said to try to piss me off. My sire if you're wondering is none other than the feared God of War. Major Jasper Whitlock. To cross him in battle I've heard you'd better say a prayer or run for your life if you were stupid enough to cross him whether intentional or not.

My change wasn't set in stone like my sire's ex said it was. Alice Cullen knew nothing of my life after she and her "family" left me on my eighteenth birthday. I wish I could say finding love again changed me but the fact is because of Edward Cullen I will always look to my mate for reassurance that I'm still wanted and I'm everything he needs.

FLASHBACK

Meeting my mate in my life after being human was unexpected if nothing else. To be honest, I had been aimlessly wandering the warm Texas streets at night when I was unfortunate enough to encounter a pissed off and hungry vampire named Diego. He said to me after I was unfortunately cornered in a dark alley that I smelled like his favorite meal as human. Apples and bourbon. Internally, I rolled my eyes I had heard from the douche known as Edward Cullen I smelled like every immortals favorite childhood or adulthood memory. For Edward it was his favorite book from the 1900's mixed with his mothers favorite flower freesia. Carlisle said I smelled like his mothers pear tree on a hot day in England. To every other Cullen I'd heard I smelled different but to Emmett he said he smelled like his baby sister Lilith. She according to Emmett smelled like pomegranates and vanilla. It was strange how to every Cullen I emitted a different memory. Of course, Esme and Rosalie had never told me exactly what I smelled like to them. Then, Alice because she could not remember her life before the asylum didn't know. Jasper on the other hand said I smelled like warm vanilla and spicy cinnamon. The little I knew of Jasper told me that if I emitted a type of memory to the southern gentleman then he subconsciously is missing something he never knew he lost. Of course, Alice chalked it up to him just being polite but I instinctively knew deep in my soul that Jasper was my mate.

For humans I can't say I knew what the word "mate" meant but I knew one day I would.

I remember at school all the girls would swoon and sigh or Emmett and Jasper but when it came to Edward they seemed to resign he was too good at least until me.

According to Jessica Stanley Edward was just to brooding and perfect however, Emmett and Jasper just screamed manly. To be honest, I used to think Jessica and Lauren were overthinking this but when James came after me and Edward chose to run instead of fight I wished I'd seen it then.

There is a steel in Jasper… Jasper Hale isn't a boy like Edward… he's all man. There is no mistaking that if push came to shove Jasper would not let others take the fall. No, he'd own up to his mistakes and carry the weight.

Dating Jasper wasn't intentional and at first I admit dating his brother was a bit weird. I mean let's be real he oozed southern charm unlike Edward who's pompous high handedness often lead to an even bigger dilemma. When I brought Jasper home for Christmas just after my third year at the University of Seattle. Charlie looked at me strangely and after the awkward dinner with his new wife Sue and her kids Seth and Leah. He took me aside and gently fathered me until I broke down to tell him how Jasper and I had met.

Fondly recalling our meeting at the University I told my dad Charlie. You remember me telling you about the history class I took? Histories of the South and their Truths and Myths. Professor De Clair walked in that first day and in his soft British accent said: I don't know much about the South but my TA Mr. J Whitlock knows a hell of a lot. He was born and raised in Houston and his masters is in the History of Southern War. He'll be teaching you all this year and as an end of semester test we will be watching Gone With The Wind. There will be a test promptly following the movie. Of course, I remembered the few times I spoke to Jasper Hale at the Cullens. They were brief but that one day we were alone he delved deep into his past stating that Vampires in their first year are never more powerful than then with the remnants of their human blood running through their veins.

Jasper went on to state he was Maria's judge, jury, and executioner and when you are an empath you felt every ounce of fear, despair and sadness. He left off that night stating that he cannot change his past however, the lessons Maria's employ taught him made him the man he was. After that night we never discussed the time we spent together but when Professor De Clair's TA walked in I knew right then and their that Jasper had survived and he had moved past his sordid past guilt.

Jasper walked to the middle of the room in front and in his cadenced voice drawled out. G'afternoon welcome ta Histories of tha South and their Truths a' Myths. I'm your TA this semester a' Professor De Clair stated. My names Jasper Whitlock but y'all can call me Mr. J. Over this course and semester we will be delving deep into the histories of the Myths of the South. I understand that most of y'all are taking this class for yer next transition class but here in this class we are not about the normal nuances but about revealing the truth to long ago laid to rested historical untruths that are in fact truths.

As roll call was going out Jasper or Mr. J spoke every name with the finest southern drawl and then he finally got to my name… Isabella Swan he so smoothly drawled out. Then by his surprise looked directly at me in the middle section of the crowded room with his honey colored eyes and whisper drawled "hello darlin'". I smiled kindly and nervously as it was a great shock he remembered me but vampires do have long memories.

Roll call continued on and finally as Mr. J drawled the last name he seemed to grow in height. His stance seemed to be larger and more assured. This contradicted what I knew when I was with the Cullens.

Over the next few weeks of grueling teachings from Mr. J I had found that his persona he led at the Cullens was a mask. Finally, two weeks before our midterm Mr J. Stopped me after class.

"Ms. Bella please see me after class please darlin'" Nervously, I waited for all the other students to leave and finally Professor De Clair left with a soft click of the closing door. Mr. J aka Jasper breathed slowly in and finally drawled out " Bella darlin' it's good ta see you." Stammering I spoke how it was good to see him and going forward every day after class until the midterm we would chat about life and things only he and I were privy to.

The day of the midterm I dreaded the class being over as this would again mean goodbye to Jasper. To my utter devastation Jasper did not show on the day of the midterm but waiting on my desk was a gently used leather journal with the initials J.W. Inscribed in them. Under the flap was a neatly folded letter that had Jasper's contact information if I ever need to reach him. I was bummed he wasn't here to say goodbye in person but I knew somehow I'd see him again.

To right I was six short months later after I had met a few friends for drinks and took a wrong turn down a Texas alley I had again been vampire bait. The change was excruciating and for three days I burned insides alight with agony and on the third day I awoke to new senses and heightened eyesight, smell an a vicious hunger.

Knowing I couldn't go back to my apartment with my human roommate inside I quietly ran and looped in the window which was wide open. I grabbed my cell and cash I had lying around and of course Jasper's journal with the letter tucked inside. Scribbling a quick note for Dessa my roommate I made sure to not leave any traceable idea where I was headed.

Finally slipping out of my darkened room I started a full run towards the open Texas roads.

I wandered for days until I finally stopped in San Antonio and pulled out my almost dead cellular. Calling Jasper's number I waited with held breath. When he finally answered in his southern drawl I quickly explained to him what I remembered from that night and he said he would be on his way to collect me.

Forty-eight hours later I was in Jasper's truck and was gulping down bagged blood. With the open road ahead Jasper spoke in his deep southern drawl that he was definitely impressed I remembered so much but that I had enough wit to call him.

The next several months we traveled through Texas Jasper teaching me what he could as my stand in sire. He nearly growled out that Diego was a dead man walking the next time he saw him. I guess Diego was more trouble than I initially knew.

I remember Carlisle telling Edward that nomads were dangerous even if they never stayed long as that left the uncertain wide open.

I know Jasper could not replace Diego as my sire but he did re bite my venom scars after we mated. It left both him and I feeling more secured in what was sure to be an explosive mating after the Cullens found out.

Our home away from home in the South wasn't much Alice or Edward would like but it was warmth and light to both Jasper and I.

Peter and Charlotte visited often and would tell me day in and out I was a refreshing change to the stuck up boy Jasper had as a wife. I should have felt bad but I did not miss Bella Barbie and all those nasty forms of pink or frills she deemed high fashion.

Naw, t-shirts and jeans were my fix and Jasper felt the same. Though he often had a Stetson on his head it further his look.

Even though Jasper felt down to earth and comfortable in our safe haven make no mistake Jasper was a fierce sire and he taught me everything I needed to know and then some. Even as young as I was I understood two things I was HIS and as he was my sire it was his duty to teach, nurture, and protect me until I was a or to leave or wanted too. Beyond that as my mate he wanted everything I did and when we eventually ran into Edward and the rest of the Cullens this was how it was…

END FLASHBACK

Present Day , Seattle, Washington Tuesday at 3:00 AM

I had come a long way from where my universe revolved around Edward the "boy" to being steadfast and confident in love with Jasper the "man". On our second wedding anniversary we came back to where it all began Seattle, Washington. This night we were walking the lit streets near the harbor enjoying our time alone when Jasper stiffened. By now I had grown used to his reactions subtle but affirmative. I wasn't in danger but those headed this way might as well be. From Jasper's low growl I knew we had ran outta luck and the Cullens were about to fuck up my peace once more.

Looking at all the Cullens from left to right the way they held themselves they deemed themselves above all. I hated that and knew Alice and or Edward were about to fuck up my world to try to please themselves.

Carlisle approached first and warmly smiled at the two of us. " Jasper, Bella good to see you. We missed you son." Jaspers mouth twitched and he slowly drawled out " If missin' yer son is throwing him out of the house based upon a jealous two faced bitch I sure do not want to know what fucked up family you think still stands." Shocked faces mirrored everyone but Alice and Edward. Edward had decided enough was enough and to open his mouth and shit hit the fan afterwards. It started with " Love, I miss you… I know we can work through this." To "Why do you want sone backwards heathen instead of me an educated man." Both Jasper and I started laughing and Alice and Edward looked on perplexed. To think this was the worst though. When he saw my wedding rings and Jaspers black band to match mine well… I always knew Jasper was a good fighter and even better soldier but the way he moved his body and the accuracy in his aims at Edward were almost unmistakable except you could hear Edward moaning about his precious pianist hands. What started as a misguided attempt to lure me away from my mate ended up being a wretched and divine vengeance that had been many years coming.

~So let the hate rain down… born to be the one to take the crown. We are the vengeance!