Ch 4: Movies
Once Edward, Emmett and I had finished aiding Korum, Nikodimus, Mika and Kallie unpacking we all met to confer in the kitchen while Kallie made herself something to eat. I glanced at the clock and was startled to see that it was almost seven in the evening. Edward and Emmett had been thwarting my attempts to get Kallie alone all day long.
Every now and then I would say something and if she were in hearing range I'd get a sudden spike of lust in her emotional wavelength. No matter what I was actually talking about, once I asked Mika where he'd wanted his collection of magic cards (apparently he felt it was a fun 'hobby') and her lust hit me so hard I stood there, holding the large box, for a good two minutes before I had control enough to trust myself in moving. I wanted desperately to speak with her. I KNEW it was my accent that caused this, I think, but I wanted to know what she was thinking of. Was it me, or was it a memory of some other southern bloke who she lusted after.
So here we all were, Kallie, her four protectors, Emmett and myself, hanging around their huge kitchen. She had headphones on, but I could still hear the song playing in her ears. She hummed as she cooked three sausages in a frying pan- the fries were in the oven already. I watched her as she half-danced to the music in her head. She always seemed to be humming, dancing, or listening to music I realized. And when she was I could feel her emotions clearer and they overrode all the other emotions around me.
She tossed her head just so, her throat calling my eyes. I wanted my mouth on the pulse point I saw beating away to the steady rhythm of her heart. I wanted to taste her, not her blood but her skin, was she as sweet as I imagined…
"Jazz what do you think we should do?" My head snapped up and I met Nikodimus' eyes, my mind racing to catch up with the conversation.
I did not answer right away, instead I glanced meaningfully at Kallie's back. "Perhaps a quieter night, tonight," I suggested softly, "We have all worked hard today."
Edward had caught my train of thought and for the first time today smiled in my direction, if only slightly. "Yes. Kallie, weren't you saying your brothers never watch those horror flicks with you."
I watched as roses bloomed on her cheeks. "Well… yes," she admitted slowly, embarrassed, "I… I tend to have nightmares if I watch them all alone. But you said Bella was expecting you at eight for a 'date'."
Nikodimus laughed, "Well I have work to catch up on sis." He gently patted her shoulder, did her heat not affect him as it did me… "You bully one of these saps into watching those with you. I want a head start on tomorrows work… I was thinking of asking Rose out tomorrow…" I could feel his embarrassment, and Kallie's secret joy at his admission.
Korum nodded, "And I promised Alice I would let her teach me something about fashion… Apparently my clothes are 'appalling'" that really DID sound like Alice, "and she wants to redo my wardrobe…" He was unsure if he was pleased or nervous for this. But Kallie seemed to take it as well as she had Nikodimus' statement.
I could feel Edward's rising annoyance, this was apparently not what he was planning. And then Mika looked toward Emmett. "You said you'd show me this jeep of yours before Kal gets her mitts onto it."
"And I plan on spending my last day of freedom, tomorrow by the way, painting it for you Emmett babe." Kalie said teasingly, her playfulness making me want to smile. She was really getting a kick out of that.
But even as her emotions rose Emmett's rising good cheer dropped like a stone, as did Edward's already souring mood. But I felt my heart begin to lighten with Kallie's. It meant I'd have her all to myself, FINALY.
Edward scowled at me, I grinned in return.
But Kallie pouted, "So that's a no on my scary movies huh?"
Before anyone could interject I said quickly, "No, I can sit with you if you want." She pulled her fries from the oven and turned off the stove top. "If you wish it." I let my accent slip through and felt her resulting wave of sexual excitement. I grinned back at Edward as his scowl darkened even further.
She met my eyes with a bright smile, her green eyes dancing with gratitude that I felt warm me like a fire. "Thanks Jasper. I know they're dumb and all, but I love 'em." She looked about the room, at her siblings and my own. "I'm a big girl guys, you can go do what you need to do. I'll see you all in the AM." She hugged Edward as he left, kissed her brother's on their cheeks, and gave Emm a one armed hug, smiling. "Enjoy your last night with your jeep."
She gathered up her food, and a drink, and met my eyes, smiling, and led the way into their theater room. It was a large room, the TV took up almost the entire wall, and opposite it was a large couch that wrapped around the room in a semi-circle with a small circular table in the middle. She placed her plate and cup on the table and then began setting up the movie. I sat back to watch her work.
She had to get on her hands and knees to put the DVD into the player, giving me a very nice view of her rear. I felt my control begin to slip, my hand itched to reach out and touch her. Finally she stood, flicked out the lights, and fell onto the couch beside me. With the lights out I knew she could not see nearly as well as me, I was not at all bothered by the darkness, and this knowledge made me ignore the movie in favor for staring at her.
Kallie's emotions washed over me as the movie began. Her shadows of fear and anticipation setting me slightly on edge. A part of me wished the anticipation was due to something else, something like me…
God, how ungentlemanly can I be? Thinking such awful thoughts about her. I've never thought these thoughts myself, never met a woman who inspired them. But Kallie… Kallie inspired those thoughts simply by breathing. Even when I'd wanted her blood it was not the only lust I'd felt. It was enough to shame me. Wondering what being intimate with her would be like, wondering what it would be like to watch her fall into oblivion, what her emotions would feel like.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice her shadow of fear growing slightly more substantial. With a small scream she leapt into my lap, her hot little body pressed to my chest, her face against my neck. My blood was suddenly on fire with need as I held her trembling body.
The phone was ringing. I reached out, automatically, to pick it up and her hand lashed out to grab my wrist. "Don't…" she whispered, I was shocked and horrified to feel little drops of liquid heat on my collarbone, soaking through my shirt. She was CRYING!
"Shhh, it's ok little one." I murmured, gently extracting myself from her grasp and answering the phone. It was Alice.
"Heehee, Korum told me to call when you reached this part of the movie." I made a non-commital noise and she explained, "Ya know, when the evil movie w/in the movie has just been shown and the evil spirit calls to predict your death in seven days." I sighed, annoyed.
"That was NOT Funny Alice, you scared the hell outta Kal." I hung up to Alice's cackling and felt Kallie sag into my arms.
She began to shake, and I thought she was sobbing until I felt her entertainment. "That… that was so MEAN! But it was so FUNNY!" she continued to giggle, gasping for breath, in my lap. She met my eyes with a small smile, "Don't tell them I said that, or my awful brothers will do it more often…"
I nodded and smiled slightly down at her. She began to pull away from me and I reluctantly allowed her to go, fighting every instinct screaming in my head to hold her tightly. But instead of pulling away completely she settled herself into my side, half cuddled against me. When she met my gaze she blushed, the pink obvious to me in the dark as it was in brightest sunlight. "Well you're nice and cool. Besides… this movie scares me since I went to that silly haunted house and got chased by someone dressed as Samara." The blush on her cheeks deepened when I raised my brow but she said no more and I did not press the conversation.
We watched two more movies like that, her pressed to my body. My mind focused completely on the heat of her body, on the tingle that still throbbed in my chest. Twice more did she screech in fear and press herself into my arms, once during each movie. But by the end of the last movie she was relaxed, her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed in sleep.
With a sigh I knew what I should do, which was wake her, but I ignored my better judgment and lifted her into my arms. She was lighter than a feather to me, but with her pressed to intimately to my chest I was unsure if I could contain myself, could hold back my beast.
And beast it was, in my mind where there were two versions of me there was now three. Before it had been Jasper Whitlock, the good southern gentleman,- it had my face as it was now superimposed onto my human face- and Jasper- Maria's creation, the monster who had murdered thousands and was more than happy to continue to increase that number. He was a monster, his eyes red as blood, his lips, MY lips, curled into an evil and cruel smile as blood dripped from his chin. But this third me, this new person in my mind, was a lot like both. His eyes shone black with desire, but his face was not contorted with malice, but with deepest desire and longing, and affection. This was the me that wanted to toss Kallie onto her big bed, rouse her by kissing her senseless and then fucking her brains out.
I wasn't sure which was worse, the part of myself that screamed for me to bite into her pretty little throat or the part of me that screamed for my to take her now, before Emmett could. So I clung with all my might to the good me, the only sane portion of my mind. Jasper Whitlock, I chanted to my self. My name is Jasper Whitlock, I am a good southern boy, and she is a Lady. She's to be treated as such.
But it was hard to see Kallie as a lady. Her green tank top was low cut and tight, her black slacks clung to her hips and flat stomach. No lady from when I was human would ever wear such clothing, nor would they allow themselves to fall asleep cuddling a strange man, nor be carried to their room by said man. It was her face, her face I tried to focus on. The gentle curve of her cheek, the innocence in her sleeping face, that helped me build an image of her as a good southern belle, innocent and chaste. Helped me keep my hands and mouth to myself.
Gently I settled her into her bed, I pulled up the covers and tucked her in. I tried, oh how I tried, but I could not keep myself from dropping a gentle kiss to her forehead. The heat of her burned me, throbbed pleasantly on my lips, igniting a flame in the pit of my stomach. I fled.
To calm down I cleaned up the room slowly, at an almost human speed. I put away movies in the proper cases, found where on the shelves they belonged, which meant figuring out Mika's organizational system, I placed her dinner dishes in the dishwasher. But as I was completing these tasks I began to feel more and more tense, I was not sure why but I was feeling… nervous. And just as I reached my hand for the back door knob I realized why, the emotions were shadows in my mind, obviously from Kallie. And just as I thought this I heard her cry out.
To a human it would have seemed like I had just suddenly disappeared, I ran that fast. I was by her bed before she could draw another breath to cry out. She was still sleeping, but Kallie tossed and turned, crying out quietly, her cheeks wet with tears. I stood there for a heartbeat, unsure of what I should do. It wasn't like I had this happen, EVER. She wasn't THAT scared during the movies, they had mostly made her laugh, except for the few parts that made her tense.
Then she began to cry actual words in her soft, tormented voice. "Leon, leo, please no… No don't… hurt me… please." I felt my stomach tighten in anger as she cried out in pain.
I didn't consciously decide to sit on the bed and haul her into my arms, but I guess I did because next thing I knew I had an armful of Kallie, who was slowly waking and sobbing into my chest. Her hot tears burned me where they fell but I hardly minded. I gently rubbed her back in as soothing a manner as possible. It was hard because I didn't WANT to rub her back soothingly… I wanted to caress it.
She clung to me as firmly as she could, even long after she had stopped crying. She was shivering though, so I tried to pull away, realizing I was making her cold. But she shook her head and curled closer to me. "I'm not… not cold. Not really." She murmured, but I pulled her blanket and wrapped it around us both.
Not such a smart move on my part. The heat of her body still lingered on it as did her scent. So I wrapped myself in her heat and her scent and it sent my desire for her even higher. How wrong was it that I was trying to soothe her from a nightmare but all I wanted was her writhing under me?
Still, she snuggled into my arms and I could not make myself regret it. "I'm sorry." She murmured against my chest, her lips brushing against my button down. "Sometimes… sometimes I still dream of Leon." Her fear and sadness were the strongest I'd ever felt them, still only ghosts in my mind, but far more substantial than ever before.
I shook my head, "I don't mind." I murmured back, my lips brushing her sweet hair. I wondered if she could feel me smile slightly into her hair. "What happened?" I asked, my curiosity burning in me. "Your brother's mentioned him last night, when Emmett kissed you and Edward got angry." I left myself out of the situation, not wanting to admit I had been the one spying on them.
She sighed and shook her head, a flash of annoyance laced amusement hit me, and I assumed it was aimed toward Edward, but the almost solid ghost of her sadness quickly replaced it. "Leon was… was a man I thought I loved, about… thirty years ago." She curled tighter into a ball in my arms, her fear assaulting my sensitive nose with its acrid scent. "He… well he obviously didn't love me. He was cheating on me, and when I demanded it stopped or I'd leave… well lets just say I found out exactly how fragile my body really is."
I tensed instantly, fighting back a growl. "He hurt you." I know my voice was slurred by my accent and my anger, but I didn't care.
Ad she seemed to understand me well enough. "Yes, he… he had a good time with my henna tattoos and a switchblade." She shuddered, probably remembering the feel of the blade. "Happily I'm rather good with adding illusion charms to this ring of mine." She fingered the silver claddagh. "No one can see the damage he did unless I remove it."
Gently I made her stand," Show me." I ordered, my hate and anger boiling in my chest, overshadowing any desire I had for her.
"I'll need to take my ring off…" she murmured, her eyes meeting mine, but I felt no fear, just embarrassment.
"I won't breathe." I said calmly, a small part of me was pleased she did not fear me, even after this morning. It was the larger part of me that would later worry over her lack of fear, of a healthy, life saving fear.
"I…" she took a deep breath and turned her back to me and shed her tank top, leaving her in her bra and her dark pants. I bit my lips and clenched my hands so as not to touch her. "Ok, here goes." She murmured and removed the silver ring.
I dare not breathe, but as she removed the ring her back shimmered slightly. In the darkness I hissed in anger, standing and gently touching her bare back. She stiffened slightly when I did, her confusion rippling into my mind, before she relaxed under my touch. I traced the old scars gently. They formed a large dragon that scaled across her back, from her right hip to her left shoulder. It climbed over the top of her shoulder so I turned her to see the rest of the damage.
She blushed and I saw it reached the tops of her breasts, and were I not so angry I probably would have been very aroused. The scars trailed down to her left breast. There was no deformation of her body, the scars were thin and delicate, probably like the tattoo itself had been. The dragon's mouth was open in a roar, I thought, but I could not tell for sure as the cup of her bra covered a portion of it. The upper limbs appeared to be clinging to her neck and left shoulder, as though it were dragging itself up her body. The lower limbs clung to her waist, the tail curling around her right hip and dipping below the waistband of her pants.
My anger must have been visible in my eyes because she slipped the ring on quickly and turned her back to me again. She made to step away but I caught her, my eyes having caught a flash of brown on her right side. I pulled her back to me and turned her again, this time breathing deeply and evenly, trying to calm both of us. Sadly while it seemed to work on her it proved only to bring my desire to the front of my mind. I wanted an excuse to see more of her, I couldn't help it. A tail was just showing from under her waistband.
"What's this," I murmured.
She blushed and her embarrassment flooded into me but she answered calmly enough, "It's a new dragon."
"May I see?" I asked, softly. Trying not to scare her off.
She blushed and pulled herself gently from my grasp, I allowed her to break free. "Give me a second." She murmured and slid into her closet. When she came back out she was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top. I looked at the wording on it and grinned, "Bite Me!" in gold, there was a large, bloody heart between the words. I raised my brow at her and she looked down, realized what she was wearing and blushed. "I can…" she began to turn but I held her firmly in place.
"I don't mind," I gently tapped her hip, where I'd seen the mark. "Show me, please." She eyed me for a long moment then drew up the hem of her shirt, and pushed down the hem of her shorts. She wore no underwear.
The flash of brown was another dragon, this one was a dark brown and green. His eyes were a dark copper color, his scales a mottled brown and green, his talons the same color as his eyes. Just under her bellybutton it's mouth opened. There was a green and gold bellybutton ring in her naval, dangling just at the beats' mouth. My stomach tightened in desire, I traced the design, noticing a pattern in the scales.
She saw my attention and said softly, "It's a Japanese kanji for dragon, and another for protection. A descendant of Korum's did it. He has the gift my parents had, much stronger than me. It's supposed to protect me from harm."
I let my finger trace the design, knowing Edward would rip my hand off for touching her like I was if he ever found out. I met her dark green eyes. She was blushing but did not stop me. I threaded my free hand into her hair gently, my thumb stroking her cheek. I was going to kiss her, I HAD to.
Emmett had done it without breaking down, and so had I, sort of. And the memory of her lips just brushing mine made my resolve greater. I heard the backdoor bang open but while she jumped I did not waver. I pulled her flush against me and pressed my lips to hers.
Perhaps I was a little rough, but she moaned softly into my mouth and I took it as permission to deepen the kiss. The lust and pleasure I felt from her made me feel like drowning, it burned along with my own so strongly. Someone burst into her bedroom, growling, but I ignored them, my arms locked around her waist and holding her head, her arms had apparently found their way around my neck. I was so lost in her emotion, in her body pressed to mine, I the taste of her mouth I was unable to tell who was trying to interrupt us. I don't think she even noticed them.
The kiss was called short by someone grasping my shoulders and pulling me away from her. Well… trying to. She stumbled, my arms still locked around her, and fell slightly, biting her lip in the process. No one really thought about it, since the smell didn't call to us, in fact I did not notice until I'd tugged her back to me, kissing her once more.
The taste of her blood had apparently NOT been covered in her little charm. Because the instant it hit my tongue my lust for blood rose from it's dormancy with a vengeance. I sucked roughly on her lower lip, drawing the blood from the little wound. She was suddenly filled with fear, its shadow hitting my mind but splashing of like waves upon a cliff face. She began to struggle, realizing the danger she was in. It only turned me on further.
I could not make myself stop, but I held myself in check so I did not bite her. I wasn't hungry, per say, but the taste was so sweet, so exotic, so much BETTER than anything I had ever tasted that I could not bring myself to stop. I did not know which desire was stronger, the call of her sweet blood, or the desire to continue kissing her, to continue holding her to my body. Of coarse the person who had tried to intervene tried again, more desperately when they realized exactly what was happening.
They had grabbed something, I don't really know what, and hit me square on the head with it. It jarred me enough that I broke our kiss… if you could call it that. The instant her lips left mine, ad the taste of her blood was gone from my mouth I could think clearer. My arms relaxed enough that she was able to pull away from me. Her cheeks were the most beautiful rose color, her lips were bruised, and her eyes still burned with her desire. And as fearful as she had been, she was still as turned on as I was.
I turned to our rescuer, Emmett, and glared at him, but nodded my thanks. I composed my self as best I could, trying to douse my desire and block out hers. I focused on Emmett's rage and jealousy. He was very unhappy with my actions, and with her reactions. Finally I turned to her and said as calmly as I could manage, "I apologize, Kallie. That was… uncalled for and rude." I watched as she flushed an even darker red when she realized exactly what she'd done, as her mind began to clear. I saw her eyes flick to Emmett, over my shoulder. She closed her eyes and I felt her flash of regret and confusion. "I will leave." I turned to go, running so fast I hardly heard her call out, "Thank you Jasper," after me. I could not help but smile.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run after my dearest brother Jasper and rip him limb from limb. I wanted… I looked at Kallie's bruised lips and slightly bemused look, I looked at her mussed hair, I wanted to kiss her, to make her forget of my brother and fall into her bed to dream of ME.
She met my eyes for less than a second before glancing away from me. "I'm sorry Emmett, that you had to see that, had to break us apart."
I growled and watched as she winced. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, annoyed to find she smelled like Jasper. "He's dangerous Kallie!" I growled at her softly, my fear probably leaking into my voice. "Jasper has almost NO control over his blood lust. He could have killed you, probably would have had I not been here."
"He didn't hurt me," she snapped at me, struggling in my grasp.
I held her firmly, she could not escape me, but I did not hurt her. I was so very conscious of how fragile, how tiny and soft she was. And of how warm she was, how her body burned against mine like a fire, warming my heart even though she fought me. "He could have. And he will if he's pushed too far." I grasped her chin and made her meet my eyes. "He lived the first hundred years of his life as a monster. He killed humans with no remorse. He killed other vampires when they were no longer of use to his maker. He was EVIL." I snapped. I'd never really thought of him in those terms, but the thought of Jasper, as he had once been, being around my pretty little Kallie… It made me hate my brother. "He was a monster and though he's trying to change he is so weak compared to us. What if it was more than a tiny lip split." I shook her gently, "What if it had been more blood that had fallen onto his lips. What if he could not control his desire to rip your pretty little throat out!" She had stopped struggling and I let my hand that held her chin brush her throat, just over her pulse point.
God knew it called to me every time I looked at her, every time I looked at any human. But unlike my brother I had only slipped up once, and I'd felt awful for years afterward. I acted like it was nothing, bit I felt it, every time I looked at a human, at that pulse point in her neck.
She sighed, and shook her head, stifling a yawn. She needed sleep, needed it now. I began to release her and she surprised me. She stood on her toes and pulled my head down until her lips brushed sweetly against my cheek, leaving a burning hot mark. "Thank you for doing what you did. I'm sorry I worried you." Her hand was soft on my shoulder, molding to my granite body.
I couldn't stay angry with her being so damned sweet. I pressed my lips to her cheek, trailing them across her sweet skin to her ear, "No worries babe." I allowed my lips to brush the shell of her ear, she shivered in delight-I hope since she didn't pull away. "But next time you want a night time visitor," I let my hands gently brush along the hem of her night shirt, "call me instead of him."
I began to pull away and then remembered the words on her shirt, "I almost forgot." I said and she looked at me curiously. I leaned down, brushed her hair out of the way and gently bit her ear, just enough to let her feel it. She groaned softly, tipping her head back in an inviting manner and I WANTED to continue, but from outside there was a soft hiss. Not loud enough for Kallie to hear, but enough for me to know Jasper was still here, still watching, and he was angry as hell.
I flipped him the bird from behind my back and pressed a kiss gently on her jaw line. His hissed again, louder; soon Kallie would hear him. I sighed in defeat, I'd just get her to myself another night. "Go to bed Kallie, if this keeps up you'll get no sleep tonight." I gave her my most charming grin and walked out, fighting with my all not to run back in the room toss her onto the bed and have my way with her.
