Reservations: A Twilight Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie Meyers 'Twilight'. If I did, you'd have liked it.
Major Jasper Whitlock, known today as Jasper Hale-Cullen, had found himself peace. It seemed that his God given solace took the form of a wickedly short, human female that answered to the name 'Carter'. After his talk with the human girl, he went to his cabin in the woods: a place that none of the Cullens knew about; a place that was his and his alone.
Many years ago, a young man in the midst of a war enlisted to fight. He would fight to keep his family safe; he would fight to ensure that they had a better future. He did just that. He lied about his age, he fought and he fought hard. He spent his days in the midst of battle; his nights wide awake as he listened to the sounds of gunfire and explosions. He worked his way up the ranks and soon enough became the youngest man to make Major.
By this time he had seen it all; had seen the very worst of humanity at its very best. His eyes no longer shone with youthful innocence, with hope, but showed of a haunted darkness that had robbed him of his soul. He tried, he tried so hard not to lose himself during those years and clung to whatever humanity he could. Those under his command were respectful, going out of their way to help others; putting others before themselves, attempting to show the kind of humanity that each of them longed to see in abundance once again.
It wasn't long before Jasper's ideals landed him in trouble though. He came across, what he assumed to be, a group of three women who had been running from the war. It took but a proper glance to have his instincts scream that he turn around and ride away but being the gentleman he was, being the selfless person he was, he couldn't do that, despite the warnings and alarm bells that had sounded in his mind. His kindness was rewarded with the piercing of his flesh and one and a half days of unimaginable, merciless pain. But he survived it. He was Major Jasper Whitlock after all and there was not a force that would bring this man to his knees.
The Cullen Coven were led to believe that, not only was Jasper's transformation the same as any other of his kind, but that he was a slave to a Vampire named Maria who was intent on winning over land during the Vampire Wars of the nineteenth century. The God of War was aptly named because he was just that. After his transformation, once he had become a true Vampire, Jasper felt the overwhelming need for something more in his life. He needed something to drown out and numb the never-ending feelings that threatened to tear him apart. The peace he felt when he finally took that last step and defeated an enemy, the peace his victims felt when they finally succumbed to death, was absolute euphoria for the empathic Vampire so he went on killing, reveling in the final moments of those that were unfortunate enough to cross his path or take his fancy.
He never had, nor would he ever, regret any of the actions of his 'former' self. She could understand that. For all the guilt that Carter felt for 'ruining the lives of so many people', she had admitted that there was no place she'd rather be and that she was obviously needed for some reason or another. He agreed entirely, not for the same reason as she did, but he agreed nonetheless.
Jasper Whitlock stopped his rampaging throughout the Southern states eventually though. On a mere whim, mind you. He simply became bored of the routine he had found himself following and decided to do something different. He had all of eternity so why not try something new? The land he had taken control of was more than enough for any one being to effectively and properly manage by oneself. He left it in the care of a mated pair that he had become well acquainted with: Peter, his second in command, and Charlotte, a quiet Vampire who'd been turned for the purpose of becoming a soldier.
It hadn't been all that long when he walked into that diner that afternoon, sensing something off coming from within. He cautiously opened the door and walked inside, eyes roaming the room, gaining a feel for what the current patrons were feeling when he realised exactly what was off with the little food place: A small, female Vampire stood at the bar and turned to him, smiling before she spoke up.
"You've kept me waiting." Jasper had made himself scarce the moment she had addressed him. The familiarity that this girl felt when she saw him unnerved him. He couldn't trust her.
"I'm Alice and together we're going to be happy." She had told him when she eventually caught up to him in the crowd. He had felt an overwhelming sense to kill the Vampire but instead, decided to humour her by listening to what she had to say. "Meeting them will be the beginning of a Happily Ever After. I know that's what you truly desire. Stay with me and I promise you that it will all come true." He hadn't believed a single word that had slipped from her mouth in that annoying, bell-like tone of hers. However, he went along with it all. He followed her to Forks, Washington where they met the Cullen Coven. That was a complete and utter mess.
The moment that the Cullen's set eyes on Jasper's form all hell broke loose. Jasper very well nearly killed both Emmett, Rosalie and Esme. Once the misunderstanding was explained, that being that the Cullen's thought Jasper's arrival was a threat to their Coven, the group of Vampires sat down and talked.
Major Jasper Whitlock had not been amused. Especially when there was a mind-reader and a Seer present but none of that matched the incredulousness he felt when he found out about their diet. What kind of Vampire drank animal blood? More than that, what the hell type of Vampire glittered in the sun? That's right, Jasper Whitlock did not sparkle. Jasper Whitlock, up until that point, had no idea that Vampires did sparkle. It seemed to be some odd sort of side-effect from drinking the blood of animals. He was certain that, if he had been human, he would have died from laughter or spontaneously combusted from the effort it took not to let on that he was more than thoroughly amused and that he, without a doubt, had now seen it all.
Decades he spent, wasted rather, with the Cullen Coven. Decades he had spent pretending to take down animals and live a life of peace with the Cullen Coven, following and obeying and liking their ideals. He had vowed to himself that the year they returned back to Forks, Washington would be last he stayed with the Coven. He had spent so long feeling the distrust, the paranoia, the pity, the shame and he had had enough. His plan went out the proverbial window the moment he sensed Carter though.
She was a curveball he had not seen coming; she was a curveball even Alice hadn't seen. The waves of serenity, of peace, and the feeling of warmth and a promise of love and acceptance was what drew Jasper to her. His interest was further stolen by the young woman when he realised that his powers were subdued when she was around; when she was around, he felt that euphoric peace he'd held onto for more than a century. Yes, initially he spent time around the girl simply to use her. The quiet she brought with her was much too tempting to not exploit. Though he would never be able to say when that actually changed.
He had found himself, one day, looking for the girl outside of school hours, hoping to maybe see her in town on the rare days he would venture out. He found himself walking in her direction after school, knowing that she'd walk to the diner every now again to meet up with Charles Swan, the Chief of Police, while he was on his break. He never walked up to her though, catching himself and making his way back to his siblings; back to the Coven's dwelling. He had, on occasions, walked her to the Chief's house in the past. His 'brother' Edward had always kept an eye on him, made sure to keep in line as far as not attacking humans' went. That being said, when he had returned home from the Chief's house the first time, Edward had cornered him, asking him what he thought he was doing, what he had planned and why he was hanging around the sweet human. Jasper shook his head as he remembered the look of disbelief and worry on the boys' face when he realised Jasper was interested in the girl. He was certain that Edward's thoughts went something along the lines of, 'Shit. He's going to kill her.' Just for a laugh he imagined getting her alone and going in for the kill. That led to a long lecture from Carlisle and an assigned keeper in the form of the overly muscled Emmett for three months straight.
Now, Major Jasper Whitlock, for certain, was a being that had been changed from a selfless human to a selfish monster but for all that was different, for all that he was now, he was not a liar. He would say, with honesty and without hesitation, that he may have done something incredibly stupid, something absolutely insane: he had gotten too close. The bond he had formed with the human had started out as a thing of convenience that eventually grew into an odd kind of admiration that had recently started to turn into an unexpected infatuation. Yes, Major Jasper Whitlock had fallen.
He did his best, which would always be beyond the capabilities of others, to keep such a thing buried so deep that there was not a single chance that it would be shown the light of day without his express permission. He knew the Shifter, Paul, had 'imprinted' on Carter, and sure it seemed as if she returned his affections, but the conversation they had recently had somehow ended with hope for the Vampire. You see, Carter was never destined to be an Imprint. Paul was supposed to have, as Carter had told him, imprinted on Rachael Black. If that was true, and he believed it was, what would happen if Paul met his intended imprint? He had a theory and he couldn't wait until he was able to test it out. He realised it may seem callous and cruel but after so long, after the life he had led, after surviving everything that had come his way, Jasper thought that he deserved some happiness and he found it, or rather, he found her.
He knew it was a little bit more than presumptuous to think that she had feelings for him beyond that of friendship, but he was confident that there was a strong enough connection. They'd known each other for over three years; sat beside each other throughout their last years of schooling; talked, laughed, confided and enjoyed the company of the other.
He shook his head. He'd have to plan this one carefully. He couldn't leave it to chance. This was something that required time, effort, dedication. He was also aware of the backlash that would result after he was successful. He knew that the Cullen Coven would demand she be turned to avoid any unpleasant meetings with the Volturi; that the La Push Shifter's would be out for blood and that he'd have a psychopathic Seer after them on top of it all. He shrugged at that. There was nothing on this Earth that could possibly dissuade Jasper from his mission.
There wasn't a thing that could possibly stop or dissuade the God of War. Major Jasper Whitlock was feeling alive for the first time in over a century and he was ready to finally begin living.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed. I absolutely love the idea of Jasper Whitlock and had to, had to, write him more into the story, though he is going to be cast as 'Villain'.