Thanks for the lovely reviews! I'm going to be uploading some pictures on my profile of Bella's house, inspirations for her property, her Hayabusa, and maybe a few other things.

This chapter has Jasper's background in it. It's different from what is normally explained, but it's not overly extravagant. It's just a back story, like why he joined so young, or who was his family, what happened with Maria, stuff like that. I hope you like the changes.

By the way, who should I thank for making Jasper's demon crazy, crazy, and Peter's uncanny ability to just know shit? I believe it was idreamofeddy. I really wish I could have read, (was it Colliding Meteors) when I had the chance but I can't find it anywhere. My inspiration comes from not only that author's ideas, but also from a mix of DarkNnerdy, givemesomevamp, Hammerhips, JamesRamsay, mynxi, MaitresseSaint, Mortissues, Mama4Dukes, heavyinfinity, and many others who wrote ever so addicting Jasper/Bella based Twilight fanfiction. Thanks for being such fantastical writers for us little people, and giving alternate universes where we all want to throw our cum soaked panties at Jasper, choke on flaming hot Cheetos because Eddie-boy's spermal expulsions, or where bright-eyed fluffy bunnies merrily eat the fetuses of their young.

Uh, this story is rated M for my sometimes uncontrollable mental filter...

S.M. owns, but this is just our playground.

Jasper

I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Her improvement from the last time I saw her has left me utterly dumbfounded. Not just physically speaking, though of course she is stunning, but her emotions felt so good. I could bath in her emotions. And her scent! Her scent has always been sensual to me. Magnolias and sunshine like a warm spring afternoon in Texas.

"You guys ready to go in"?

God, what's wrong with me. Here I am drooling all over her feet.

"Major, you all right", Peter asked.

"Oh, huh", I stammered, "Yeah, I'm coming."

He shook his head, chuckling, and grabbed Char's hand while she followed Bella, who was leading the way. I followed last through the door, and shut it behind me. After walking down a couple of steps, the first thing to catch my eyes was the rustic wood and steel accents, along with the rich, earthy colors. It was very relaxing and I knew Bella felt comfortable and at ease here.

"Wow, sugar, you've got sharp taste. I'll admit that I'm a little envious. We're so used to living in the city in condos. I'm missing out on the country living", Char murmured.

Bella grinned proudly and thanked her.

"I love living here, even if it gets a little lonely. There's always something to do outdoors", Bella commented, "But if nobody minds, I'm gonna go clean off this work funk. You're free to look around, anything, you want".

"You mind if I join ya sweet thang", Peter so crudely asked.

I let out a low growl, while Char gave Pete a smack in the back of his head.

"Ouch, woman! What the fuck?"

"Actually Peter, there's room for all of us and more", Bella said with a saucy wink, shocking the shit out of me. With that she went off, shaking her hips seductively, feelings of amusement in her emotional aura.

"I don't think so Peter, get back here," Char yelled.

"Oh come on Wifey, that was a clear invite," he responded, pouting his lips…until he saw Char's raised eyebrow.

"Oh, Maaaajor", Peter taunted, "Don't think I missed that little growl."

I furrowed my brow, slightly confused about my actions. I was just protecting her, but from what? Oh hell, I'm possessive and she's not even my girl yet. Yet?

"Right now's not the time to talk about this Captain", I barked.

"Uh-uh, Jay, that was a jealous and possessive growl", Char stated, "What's up with you tonight? You seem pretty distracted".

She was staring at me with pursed lips, while Pete was snickering. She gave him a nudge in the ribs to shut him up, just as he opened his mouth.

"Yeah we need to discuss this later", she mused with a little smile, "Let's look around."

Peter gave me a little smack on the back, throwing off waves of pride at me. I looked at him wondering what he knows and rolled my eyes. The fucker always knows something. I decided to question him later. He gave me a nod of confirmation.

While looking around, I took note of the few pictures she had of her family, and wondered how often she got to see her parents. As far as I knew, her dad is in Washington and her mother and step-father are living in Florida. There were also some photographs of scenic views of the Colorado area, some of Arizona, and one of her father's house. They were all signed by her so I assume she is the artist.

Up the stairs was her study, which was slightly cluttered with a variety of books and papers. She had everything from Jane Austen to George R.R. Martin. There were also some historical pieces I might look at later. I saw an opened book sitting on a chair and laughed when I saw she was reading a cheesy vampire romance. There was a patio door off the side of the stair landing that went outside. It appeared that there was a hot tub, grill, outdoor fire pit, and some lounge chairs. Baba O' Riley was out there on a rail, licking his nether-regions.

Upstairs her scent was more heavily concentrated and judging the sound of the shower, her calm heartbeat, and contented, yet giddy emotions, she was up here. Maybe she'll let me see her bedroom. I shook my head, and sighed.

Her scent trail led to a closed door. Instead of going in, we went the other direction and saw a guest bedroom and a small empty loft. Back in the hall was a small bathroom. We went all the way downstairs where there was a home-theater set up with an oversized flat-screen and a bunch of surround speakers. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms made up the rest of the area.

While Peter and Char stayed downstairs to mess with the T.V. gadgets, I snuck to the patio outside of her study. It was quite peaceful out here. I was amazed at the amount of privacy and nature. I could hear a creek in the vicinity and a garden waterfall. The area surrounding the house focused on rock gardens and floral bushes. She must have paid quite a bunch for her landscaping, or she had a lot of time on her hands.

The cat looked at me and made a sound that sounded like a snort. He twitched his tail and ran off in the night. In the distance, I watched as he climbed a tree and perched on a branch, scratching at the bark. Cats are odd creatures.

I heard padding coming down the stairs in the house, along with a heartbeat. A moment later, the door opened up and Bella's scent surrounded me. My pants tightened again and I wondered how often I would get this reaction to her. She put her warm hand on my arm and I delighted in the tingles her touch gave me. I was disappointed when she removed it but relieved when she stood next to me, leaning on the railing.

"You feel better?" I asked.

"Yeah, work exhausts me if it's busy. Add in the excitement from seeing you and meeting Peter and Charlotte, I'm pretty sure I'll sleep well. Where'd they go anyway?"

"Downstairs defiling your couch," I responded with a wink.

She tried to shove me but huffed when she realized I wouldn't budge. "Jerk."

I picked her up and threw her on my shoulder and laughed when she started hitting me with her fists. "Calm down darlin', I don't want you hurtin' yourself."

She was exasperated, yet amused as I let her down.

"That wasn't funny mister."

"Yeah it was, you can't lie to me", I responded.

"Alright," she admitted, "It was a little funny."

I was about to speak again when her stomach growled, interrupting our little banter.

"Come on, let's get back in. We can go downstairs and watch T.V.", she said.

I followed her inside, watching her fluid gait, and the wiggle of her hips. She took a Tupperware bowl out of her refrigerator and transferred the smelly concoction into a dish she retrieved from the cabinet. While she was stirring, she saw me looking at her with probably a disgusted look on my face. She giggled and said, "It's chili. I got the recipe from my mom. It's one of the only things she can cook without me wanting to retch after eating."

I had to laugh at that, I remember stories she shared with The Cullens about her mother's eccentricity, like the time she caught Renee smoking weed, naked in the middle of the sunroom of their house in Phoenix. It was broad daylight and they had neighbors that probably tried to look in. Her mother admonished her for being too uptight and proceeded to tell her if she ever wanted to try marijuana, come to her.

"How is she by the way", I questioned while she put her food in the microwave.

Bella went on to tell me her mom and step-dad moved back to the Phoenix area recently and oftheir current teaching careers. "I actually need to call them. My mom was talking about visiting and I need to set up a timeline between work and everything." I could tell from her emotions she was leaving something out, but decided not to push her.

"And your father? How is he?"

"Oh, Charlie? Well let's just say that he's in the prime of his life right now. He got involved with a woman a couple years ago and they're currently traveling. I'm very happy for him," she said fondly. Again, there was a small sliver of deceit and I raised my brow at her, but did not question.

"Later, Jasper."

I nodded my head in her direction, and decided that the way she said my name was one of my new favorite sounds.

We eventually made it downstairs with her foul smelling food. I saw Char and Pete crinkle their noses in disgust as we approached.

"Anything good on," Bella asked between mouthfuls.

"Nah, not unless you wanna watch infomercials", Pete said. "We're just sitting here talking about going for a hunt in Denver. That way the two of you can catch up. We can meet sometime tomorrow, if you'd like? Major?"

We were all watching her eat her vile food.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me, what about you darlin'."

When she looked up, she saw us staring at her. She had food on the corner of her mouth that she licked off, making me a little hard again when I saw her pink tongue. She rolled her eyes and huffed something about 'Stupid vampires act like they've never seen anyone eat'.

"Yeah guys that sounds cool. I'm not expected to be anywhere, so come over anytime".

Char was oohing and awing to Bella about her home and property. She took it, but was a tiny bit embarrassed at the compliments.

After our goodbyes, the two of us were alone.

"So", we said at the same time.

BELLA

It was amazing to see Jasper again. He looks a lot different than the last time I saw him. Maybe happier or at ease? Either way, he still seemed mysterious, but no longer in the shadows. And I'm glad he got rid of that ostentatious garb Alice used to dress him in. Jeans and black shirts were better suited for his strong exterior, and I saw he replaced those ugly dress shoes for a pair of worn black boots. His hair is no longer being held in styling gel and is looking silky smooth and wavy around his face. So sexy.

Fuck. What is wrong with me? I couldn't stop sniffing him every time he came near. He probably thinks I have a mental problem. But I can't help it, he smells like honey and cinnamon. I remember hearing somewhere that the combination was a healing remedy. I snorted at that last thought as I jumped in the shower.

When I was done, I towel dried my hair, put on some yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt. I was officially K.O.-ed from work. And hungry.

Coming down the stairs, I saw Jasper standing outside so I decided to join him. Of course he'd tease me. I've always been an easy target for it. Disappointingly, we were interrupted by my grumbling tummy.

We made small talk while I was fixing some leftover chili I had made the day before. I knew he could feel that I wasn't being completely honest with him a couple of times, but we had an entire weekend in front of us. I decided to get my story organized before I said anything.

I loved Charlotte and Peter. From what I could tell, Peter may seem like a smug little bastard, but he was so happy-go-lucky, I couldn't help but to like him. He seemed like the annoying brother everyone has, but loves regardless. Charlotte appeared to be his conscience. You could see the love she had for him in her eyes when she scolded him. It would also be nice to have a girlfriend around. I don't talk much to the employees outside of work, and I couldn't tell my parents about all my problems. Maybe she could help me with this Jasper thing?

There was a slightly awkward silence when we were left alone, so I decided break the ice.

"So", we both said at the same time. We had a nice little laugh.

"You go first Bella, I'm sure you have some questions for me too."

I loved the way he said my name. "Okay, but you should come sit by me while we talk, I swear, I won't bite".

He walked slowly over to me and sat down. Once situated, he responded.

"You have a lot of trust and admiration for me. Are you sure you're okay with just you and me here? Remember, I'm the one who likes to bite." He snapped his teeth playfully at me as he projected feelings of mirth.

"Be careful Jasper, I like biters," I teased. As his eyes darkened slightly, I felt my cheeks flare and got up to get a wine cooler from the mini fridge I had across the room. I placed my empty bowl on the coffee table and sat back down next to Jasper, taking a long gulp from the peach flavored drink.

"So I'm assuming you didn't stay with the Cullens when Edward broke up with me. My question is why", I asked.

"Oh hell," he hesitated. "You surprised me with that question. What do you know of my past?"

"Edward told me that you were in the Civil War and you were turned at the height of your military career. That alone made you smart and tactical. With your ability, it made you a vicious opponent. He was always hesitant to talk about you and would get upset or changed the subject if I asked about you. What I gather from seeing you tonight and meeting Pete and Char, you three were involved in something big. They call you Major and you guys have the markings of vampire bites."

He dropped his head when I mentioned the bites. A feeling of shame washed over me and I realized he was projecting his feelings.

"Oh, I'm sorry I said anything. It's just the one on my wrist. I-I-I know my scar so well, I could identify what I was seeing on the three of you. Uh, shit, I shouldn't have mentioned the sca-,"I was beginning to apologize when he cut me off.

"It's not the scars," he interrupted, looking back at me in the eyes. "It is certainly not the scars. My past has made me who I am today, and these are the markin's that prove my survival. My feelin's are about how ruthless and cold I was at one point, the killin' machine I turned out to be. There's a reason why the Cullens were a relief for me. After nearly a hundred years of war and violence, huntin' became too much for me when I needed sustenance, and could feel my prey's dyin' emotions. I needed a new direction.

"I was close to seventeen when I joined the Confederacy. My family was affluent in our small town outside of Houston, Texas. We owned people, and treated them like so. As horrible as the thought may be, you need to realize that my upbringin' and beliefs were much, much different compared to yours. We had just gotten news about my older brother who was off fightin' in the war, while I was stuck at home on our plantation with a father that did not see eye to eye with me, an alcoholic mother, and a young sister. My brother had been killed and in her grief, my mother drank herself to catatonia. Imagine my astonishment when my father told me I needed to start taking on more responsibility when it came to home duties and household affairs. I didn't want that life. In an act of rebellion, I signed up for the war. His disappointment in me as a son with no aspirations became more-so when he discovered what I'd done.

"I decided to make him become proud of me. As a human, I was charismatic while leadin' people. They listened to me. In three years, I rose up in ranks until I became a Major. I often wrote my family and told them of my accomplishments. The last time I went home for a visit, my father and mother threw a small party for me. Towards the end of the night, my father approached me with a flask of whiskey and we sat on our lake's edge. He clasped my shoulder, and he didn't need to tell me of his pride. I won."

I laid my hand on his and gave him a squeeze. He was so far gone in his story, his speech pattern had returned to an old fashioned southern accent that people no longer used. It was charming. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze in return, followed by a small, sad smile.

"It had seemed my mother was recoverin' on that last visit home but she was very ill. She died nearly two months later, but I didn't gain knowledge of it until years later. Nearly three weeks after I left home for the last time, I was on a return trip after evacuatin' the women and children just outside of Galveston, Texas where there was a slight skirmish. While travelin', I spotted three ethereal women, with beauty and fair skin like I'd never seen. I asked if they needed my help but got no response. They appeared to be talkin' about me, although I couldn't hear them. Their assessment and gestures told all I needed to know. Finally, the one whom later I learned to be named Maria spoke to me, askin' my name. So I told her. The three women started to unnerve me. I could tell they were unnatural. At that point I had already dismounted my horse to assist because he became slightly spooked. It should have been a warnin' but I for once didn't listen to my soldier instincts. After all, they were just petite ladies. I turned around to calm him when I felt the overwhelmin' pain in my shoulder. The piercin' torture began to spread like fire, scorchin' every cell and nerve in my body. Three days later, I became somethin' I thought were of nightmares".

In a detached, almost cold voice, he told the history of the Southern Vampire Wars, newborn armies, why they had the constant war in the south, and what they fought for. Feeding grounds and larger territories. He had killed men and women of his kind to survive Hell on Earth. Many feared and respected him as the Major. He explained the persona as a kind of split personality. All vampires have a demon, but he had let his go free for so long, he knew it as a part of him. Most vampires tamed the wild beast inside of them, or pretend it wasn't there after experiencing it the first time.

He often despised the aftermath of the Major side of his persona. Though he is aware of what's going on, once in a while it feels like an out-of-body experience, and carnage and slaughter is the result of being so far gone in his demon. These moments have been donned 'The Wraith of Whitlock'. He became a favorite of Maria's collection and was rewarded for his battle accomplishments with sexual gratification and gluttonous feeding. In the beginning he held a high reverence for Maria and worshipped the ground she walked on. It may have had to do with her natural allure and strength. After many years with her, his love for her dwindled to a grudging respect, especially in the last days.

He spoke fondly of a know-it-all man he changed in the 1920's who was cocky, told the lamest jokes, and seemed to get under his skin. "Back then, Peter was less annoying than he is now. I wanted to kill him often for his smart mouth, but we had a strong bond. Brothers in arms. He was the balm I needed, and in return, I saved his life. He eventually weaseled his way up to becomin' my second in command and one day after ten years, his behavior had led me to monitor his emotions. He began to reveal emotions of heavy longin' and deep adorat-." He cut himself off, barked a laugh and said something under his breath, shaking his head with a stunned smile on his face, in turn puzzling me.

"Any way", he continued after a moment, "He really adored her. I caught him gazin' at a then newborn Charlotte across the trainin' yard, who was a ferocious combatant. I didn't know what to do with this. Mated pairs were not allowed in our army, but I ignored it because of my bond to Peter. It was almost a year later when Pete finally approached me. He was unsure, nervous. I nearly rejoiced in his uncertainty, because it was a rarity. But his pained eyes and grim face made me stop. I'd never seen his jovial demeanor shatter. First he flooded me with emotions of love deeper than most could grasp, and terror of the unknown. I had to catch my unneeded breath and I staggered from the strength and depth of his emotions. He then stated, 'This is what it's like to watch The One go into a fight and not know the outcome. If you could choose between your Life or a constant unnecessary war, which one would you choose, brother?' With that he walked away.

"Weeks later Charlotte was on the culling block, and I was the one assigned for the task when each newborn's year was up. She was still that superior fighter, but she had no other skills that Maria needed. Char was essentially the last woman alive aside from Maria in our army, but her time was up. Usually I culled one by one in a line. There were three others with her who were shakin' in fear, cryin' and whimperin'. Not Charlotte. She was brave and held her chin high in self-pride and showed no fear. I respected her before but that sealed the deal. I wasn't plannin' on killin' her in the first place, I may have taken out the others first and told her to hide until later. I knocked the first three newborns out. As they fell, Pete busted in snarlin', his rage and desperation pourin' off of him and into me. I whispered to him to take her and leave, run. In return he said, 'We will be here for you, my brother, on a day when the evenin' sky is red and the moon is round.' Then they were gone.

My eyes prickled with tears, and I let out a soft sob. That story touched me. Jasper wrapped an arm around me and I melted into him as he held me, stroking my hair. I could hear the smile in his voice when he continued.

"Maria was not pleased I let the two of them go, but she understood my reasonin', after I bombarded her with the emotions Peter had for his mate. She'd never felt somethin' like that and it made her envious. Her time as a warlord was coming to an end. During my last five years, we lessened the amount of newborns we created. The older ones were granted permission to leave. Some left rich men, while some challenged us and were killed. A treaty was signed between the 3 remainin' southern warlords. They were ready for a time of peace. The land would be shared, but with stipulations. Main territories, or rather home-bases, were not shared. Maria was able to keep her Monterrey.

"It had been five years, eight days, and six hours since I last saw Peter and I longed for his companionship. On this particular evenin', I was runnin' through a forested area on the northern outskirts of our territory in Monterrey, Mexico. At the edge of the forest, I came to a clearin' and smelled them before I saw them. The sky was streaked red and the rising moon was full. I knew they were finally takin' me home. We traveled all across the states. I had seen changes in the world before, but never knew the advantages. I drove a car for the first time, though it was an unnecessary luxury for my kind. Television and theatre was an entirely new concept to wrap my mind around, and refrigerators astonished me.

"But with all the change in the world around me, I still had an inner conflict and wanted to somehow atone for my past. It was hard for me to feed, with feelin' the helplessness of my innocent victims. It was a rainy day in Philadelphia when I met Alice. The week before, Peter told me that I would meet a girl that would lead me to my destiny. I thought he was full of shit but I used his advice and took a slight hiatus from my family. It was pourin' rain outside, I hadn't fed in almost a month, and I needed to seek shelter. As I walked in a small diner, I had immediate bloodlust. I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath, but I smelled another vampire. I instantly put my guard up when I sat at a table, closest to the entrance. She came over and had the oddest color eyes. Alice told me that I had kept her waitin' for a long time. I didn't know what to say but to apologize to the strange creature. Her emotions were lively and hopeful, and she didn't seem like she had ulterior motives at the time. She sat across from me and studied me while I waited for the rain to slow. I kept going over Peter's words from the week before. Was this it? I felt Alice's uncertainty and annoyance before she said 'This isn't how it was supposed to happen.' The rubbin' of her temples is what had my attention. As far as I knew, vampires couldn't get headaches, so out of curiosity I asked about the problem.

"Alice was a seer and apparently I was supposed to follow her to a coven of animal drinkin' vampires. We were mates and destined to fall in love. She was angry that something in her visions weren't right. I told her I could help her, but being her mate and bein' in love was impossible because my brother and sister were a mated pair and I felt no pull to her or none of the instinctual protectiveness. I also told her accordin' to my brother who was never wrong with his clairvoyance, she might be the one leadin' me to my destiny. She seemed hesitant at first, until her eyes glazed over. When Alice came back around she was distraught but stated that if I didn't follow her, I'd never know my destiny. So we traveled together, and the little pygmy grew on me. I didn't love her, but I slowly grew to care for her. We showed up at the Cullen's home in Ithaca, New York and I followed her blindly for years. The animal diet took the edge of thirst off of me but lessened my gift's effectiveness. It was what I needed at the time. But there were things that unnerved me, things that made me feel weak. I didn't like how manipulative she was, or how inferior she made me feel. Alice teamed up with Eddie-boy, and with the two of them together, I became the target of ridicule, judgment, and distrust."

He stopped talking for the moment and I began to feel waves of rage, humility, and guilt. From then on, it was a roller-coaster of chaotic emotions.

"Hey Jasper, you okay?"

Slowly, Jasper turned to look at me with furious black eyes, his nose was flared as he bore his teeth, a growl was building up in his chest. His breathing picked up, and his fluctuating emotions began to feel like a whirlpool. He looked like a true vampire, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare the shit out of me. My phone started going off upstairs as my head started to spin. I tried to get up but it was like there was a weight on top of me, preventing me from moving. I tried to speak but couldn't get anything out. I tasted blood, draining down my throat and felt a warm wetness trickling out of my nose to my mouth.

Hehe, cliffhanger. Don't murder me yet. Bella's turn is coming very very soon. I promise to update in the next day.

What was your opinion on Jasper's background? Maria does become a part of this story, but you'll have to wait awhile until we meet her.

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