Chapter 3 – Ancient history

BPOV

He was staring at me with those strange red and golden eyes, only now I knew how they got to be that color.

Vampire…

The word kept echoing through my head as if it wanted to elicit some kind of response. And would it have been any other person who claimed to be a vampire, I'd probably laugh my ass off. But with Jasper, I knew he wasn't kidding. The story he told me was far too detailed and horrific to be anything but true. Unfortunately. I couldn't begin to imagine what those wars did to him.

He told me about his time with the Confederate Army and being turned by Maria. I listened while he told me only a fraction of the horrid things he did under her reign, but it was enough to make me sick. At one point he even wanted to stop talking, because he didn't think I could handle it. That made me angry; I'm not a fragile person and I wanted to know everything. So he went on.

When he was telling me about Peter and Charlotte and how they had managed to get him out of Maria's grip, I was inwardly cheering. Somehow it made me happy to know that he had friends that cared about him and that he found it in him to leave all the madness behind. He continued the story with the years he and his two vampire friends lived as nomads, surviving on random human prey. While he was talking, I was wondering how it was possible that he never found another woman, vampire or human, to share his life with. I asked him, but he fell silent. It looked like he was contemplating telling me another one of his secrets.

"Listen, Jasper," I started, feeling uncomfortable with having asked the question, "if you don't want to tell me, then don't. You've already told me so much shit; I have a hard time wrapping my head around it as it is. But I want you to know that I can handle it, how fucked up it might be."

He chuckled softly. "I have no trouble believing you can handle it, darling," he said, grinning crookedly. Then his eyes seemed to lose their focus and his expression became pained. During everything he had told me, not once had he looked this pained. It was something big, at least big for him, he was about to tell me. Finally, he focused back on me, ready to tell me something he clearly dreaded to tell.

"I am hesitant to tell you this part of my history, because I like the way you look at me," he admitted and his statement confused me. If what he told me before this didn't change the way I looked at him, surely nothing could. But he seemed to think otherwise.

"Vampires heal from every wound, except from ones made by vampire venom. During my time with Maria, I was responsible for handling the most erratic newborns, keeping them under our control. I have been bitten many times and I have the scars to prove it. My whole body is covered in them."

He looked at me expectantly, but to be honest, I had seen him without his shirt and I couldn't remember seeing a single scar.

"I didn't see your scars earlier, when we were having sex."

"You didn't?" he asked surprised. "I mean, I know I turned you around, but you kept staring at me afterwards and I was sure you would have noticed something. All women I've had sex with were quite repulsed by them."

"Human or vampire?"

"What?"

"Were they human or vampire, these women?"

"Vampire."

"Am I the first human you've had sex with?"

He nodded. That surprised me, but at the same time it was quite flattering. It made me feel special. Made me feel like I wasn't the cheap slut I was often perceived to be. But that wasn't exactly relevant at this moment, so I shared my conclusion with him.

"It must a vampire thing then, only vampires can see your scars," I stated.

"I wish that were true," he sighed, "you just haven't looked close enough." He seemed so sad and so determined that I was going to be repulsed by him, I desperately felt the need to show him otherwise.

"You're a fucking god, Jasper," I said as I stood up from my chair and walked towards him, "scars or no scars…"

I approached him slowly, never taking my eyes of his face. The confident smirk that was permanently plastered on his face was faltering a little and he let me back him into a chair. I straddled his lap and began studying his face. Once I knew what to look for I could clearly make out the scars. All along his jaw line were very faint lines visible, forming crescent shaped biting marks.

"May I?" I asked and he nodded again.

With one finger I traced one of the markings. It was hardly noticeable, but now I had felt one, I was certain I could recognize others. So I let my hands roam the exposed skin of his neck, behind his ears, to the back of his head. Everywhere I touched, I felt scars, not a square inch devoid of a reminder of what he had gone through. And even though it was horrifying, I couldn't feel sorry for him. He had been to hell and back and that had shaped him into the person he was now. And it was this person that I was attracted to, not a hypothetical version of him, killed ages ago.

Since he didn't stop me feeling him up, I wanted to explore more of his body. I started unbuttoning his shirt while I looked back into his eyes. They were red and gold before, but they were getting darker now. At first I thought it to be a trick of the light, but when I shifted a bit, looking at a different angle they stayed dark.

"They change color," he suddenly said as he slipped out of his shirt.

"What does it mean? Why do they change now and not before?" I had this urge to know everything about him that there was to know.

"Two things make them dark," he explained, "sex and blood."

And suddenly I realized I had seen it before, that first time we met, only one week ago. When his eyes had turned completely black and he looked into my eyes, I had been unable to contain my overwhelming horniness and I had just attacked him.

"I like it when your eyes are black," I whispered and lowered my head to his collarbone. There I started tracing one of his scars with my tongue. I followed a trail of scars all over his chest, stopping to nibble at his nipples before wandering further south. I slid off his lap and positioned myself on my knees between his legs. I licked his belly button and then down until I was stopped by the edge of his pants. I could already feel his wood strain his pants and I wanted to set him free as soon as possible.

I started undoing his pants, when there was suddenly a flash of movement and he sat in front of me, completely naked. Damn vampire, that was fucking hot. A wave of heat went straight to my core and I felt myself getting wet. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, and his eyes if possible turned even darker.

Very slowly I looked down from his face, over his chest, six-pack to his proudly erect dick. It was the first time I saw it, instead of feeling it inside of me and he looked perfect. I already knew it fitted perfectly, but to see it made my panties drip. He was long, but not too long, about 8 inches and when I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers couldn't go all the way round. A little precum was gathered at the tip and I licked it off slowly. The small amount of venom in it tingled on my tongue and numbed it, but it was a nice feeling.

I trailed the length of his cock with my tongue before I took him in my mouth. When my lips wrapped around the head, a low rumble came from his chest and the vibrations made me quiver. I sucked the head meanwhile jerking him off with my right hand. Then I started dipping my head lower and lower over his cock 'till the head hit the back of my throat. That made him moan out loud and I continued deep throating him agonizingly slow. After a while he couldn't take my teasing anymore and he took my hair in his hand to set the pace. I've never been a fan of mouth fucking, but with Jasper doing it, it was the hottest blow job I've ever given. When his movements were becoming more erratic, I grabbed his balls in my hand and gave them a squeeze. That made him shoot his load and my whole mouth went numb as I swallowed his creamy liquid. I couldn't even tell what his cum tasted like. It made me giggle and he quirked his brow at me.

"My tongue is numb from your venom," I explained, barely containing my giggles.

He looked dumbstruck for a few seconds and then a smile crept up his face. He started laughing and it was literally music to my ears. Hearing his laughter seemed to make everything alright and I know it sounds like a terrible cliché, but it did make the world a brighter place and I laughed along with him. When we were done, he pulled me on his lap and kissed me, slow and deep until the feeling returned in my mouth.

He wanted to return the favor and started undressing me, but I stopped him. I had to admit I was still a bit sore from earlier and I had wanted to do this for him, no strings attached. He understood and apologized for hurting me. It was kind of cute coming from such a dominating personality and I felt myself getting drawn to him more and more. Instead of having sex again, Jasper decided I should have something to eat and drink, so he ordered me a pizza.

While I ate, he told me more about what his life looked like at this moment. He, Peter and Charlotte had a couple of houses spread out over the entire continental USA and they moved a lot. He tried to maintain an animal diet, but every once in a while switched back to humans to alleviate his bloodlust. The other two vampires preyed upon sick and old people and had to feed much less than him. It was actually pretty disturbing to realize that he would've killed me if I hadn't been drawn to me the way he was.

"So what are you planning to do with me?" I asked when I was finished eating. I took a sip from my glass of water gauging his reaction. I had been thinking about this ever since he started telling me his story. I didn't think he would have told me all this if he planned on letting me go home, just like that. But somehow I couldn't care about my father, school, Forks, if only I could be with Jasper, then I would be happy. Or at least happier than I've been in a long time.

"You've already figured out that I can't let you go home, knowing what you know. What you don't know, is that Charlotte had a special gift. She can erase parts of people's minds. So if you tell me now that you'd rather go home and never see me again, then we'll take care of that and you won't even recall seeing me in school."

"And what if I don't want to forget about you?"

"Then I propose this: You come with me and leave Forks behind without once glancing back. You'll get to meet my friends, learn about our lives and then I'll give you another choice…"

"What choice?" I whispered, suspecting he was going to offer me the choice of a lifetime.

"After you learn everything there is to learn about us, exactly one year from this day, you'll get to choose whether you stay with us and become a vampire."

Fuck me sideways. Becoming a vampire… staying young and beautiful for the rest of eternity. It was something every woman thought about at least once. But I already knew it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. I had remembered that much about Jasper's story. Of one thing I was absolutely sure at this time; there was no way I was letting him go. Screw Forks and screw school. My dad would be looking for me, but he had not once shown an interest in my life, so why would I take him into account. No, my choice was made.

"I'll come with you," I said, my voice steadier than I suspected it to be. Jasper had been watching me intently and his posture became slightly less tense once I made my choice. He wrapped me in a cold, hard, but gentle embrace and whispered in my ear: "Darling, the things I will show you…"

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