Hello my loves, I know I haven't been on forever. My computer decided to roll over and die, so I had no computer. Sad, I know, but now my lovely computer has risen from the dead and all is well. Long live Dina, my dinosaur computer. Any who, here's a new chapter. Keep up the comments, I love them all.
Sleep is lovely. It allows you to pretend the world hasn't gone crazy and tilted on its axis. Jasper. What to think about him? Well, he's kind, controlling, and has a hard hand. But god, he's so attractive. I mean old romance novel, sexy blonde curls, tall, lean body that lets my body fit into it perfectly, and his eyes. His eyes lure me in like a small bird to a snake. I'd gladly be his prey, anytime he so chooses. I imagine his teeth on my neck, the tip on my pulse point, just barely breaking the skin. I imagine him on top of me when… wow, I'm so freaking perverted!
Wow, stalker much, Bella? Seriously, what is wrong with you? Never have I ever thought that I could think that way. This is his fault! Somehow, I'm going to pin this on him. It's not my fault, he's sex on legs.
"Bella, time to awaken, my pet," I hear Jasper whisper into my ear.
I moaned and rolled over, trying to fall back to sleep.
"Bella, come on. Your food is ready." He said, more sternly.
I could practically see his eyebrow scrunching up on his face, in a scowl and I almost giggled at the thought, but instead I put my finger to his lips, or as close as I could get with my eyes closed and said, "Shhhh…. I need my sleep. The sleep gods say so"
I hear his beautiful chuckle, "Sleep gods?"
"Yes," I mumble. "If you wake me, they'll smite you."
"Hmmm," he hummed, skeptically. "I think I'll take my chances."
"Eh," I shrugged. "It's your life."
"Yes," he chuckled. "But it's your ass."
I felt a sharp smack on my butt, and I yelped, jumping off the bed. "That hurt!"
"Good," he smirked. "Maybe next time, you'll get up faster."
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest and right on cue, my stomach growled savagely.
"The hunger gods have spoken," Jasper laughed, raising his hands in a praise god sort of way.
I rolled my eyes, "There is no such thing as hunger gods. God, you're so immature."
He rolled his eyes, "No, I'm just not a dork like you."
I stomped my foot, "I'm not a dork! I'm a nerd. Huge difference."
He stared at my foot and finally looked up at me, shaking his head. ""I don't think I'll ever understand you."
I shrugged, "Only awesome people do, so don't feel too bad."
He chuckled, "No, I think you got 'awesome' people mixed up with special people."
"Well, that's not very nice." I turned to the voice that just spoke in my doorway. She was a very short girl, with a very thin waist and hair as black as midnight. Her eyes where a fools gold color and she had a nice delicate feel to her, but I knew better. I bet she'd be able to kick some major ass, if she needed too. Well, not my Major's, but you get the idea.
"You see! He's so mean to me." I stuck my bottom lip out.
"Oh, poor baby," Jasper mocked me.
"Hmmph," I crossed my arms and pouted.
He smiled and motioned his hand towards the girl, "This is Alice. She is going to be your escort, when I'm not around. She'll keep you out of trouble for me."
"Or she'll get her into more trouble for you." A man with red messy hair appeared, leaning on the doorway.
"That's Edward. He's Alice's mate," Jasper introduced.
"Pleased to meet you," I whispered, shyly.
"Likewise," Edward said, staring at me intently and making me feel uncomfortable.
I saw his mouth move, but it was too fast and too low for me to hear. But I knew it was about me when I saw Jasper tense and look down at me strangely. I squirmed under his gaze and he smiled at me, squeezing my shoulder.
"Did I miss something?" I asked.
Jasper smiled and nodded, "Edward, here, is a mind reader. He cam read everyone's mind… except for one."
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yes," Jasper smiled. "It seems, my dear, that I'm not the only one who is frustrated about your complexity."
"Wait," I said. "I'm the exception?"
He nodded his head and looked at me with pride. I didn't know how to react. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Well, Jasper seems pleased with it, so I guess I should be proud in a way. But, what does this mean about my mind? Does this make me empty headed or just wired differently? If the latter, is that a good thing? What's wrong with me?
"What's wrong with me?" I whispered to only Jasper.
"Nothing is wrong with you." Jasper answered in a whisper.
"Then why can't he read me?" I asked.
"Because you're different," Jasper shrugged.
"But why?"
"Maybe because you were born different." Jasper answered nonchalantly.
I decided to just drop it. If Jasper wasn't worried about it, then I shouldn't be, right? So, I'm different. There's nothing I could do about it anyway. So might as well just chill out.
"Come on, my darlin'. Let's get you some food in you." Jasper said, taking my hand.
I smirked at him, "Hurry, because the hunger gods might smite me."
He rolled his eyes, "Thought there were no hunger gods."
"Well, I changed my mind." I shrugged as we headed to the hall.
"Yeah Major," Alice said, pulling me to her and linking our arms together. "Don't you know girls change their minds all the time?"
"Hmm, is that so?" Jasper hummed from behind Alice and me.
"Yep." I said popping the p.
"Well, let's hope it doesn't happen too often." Jasper patted my butt in warning.
When we got to the dinning room, vampires flitted around everywhere, doing small house hold chores and I didn't fail to notice they were all women. My eyes narrowed to slits, but I bit my lip for fear I may say some jealous remark. Don't want to take another trip over Major's knee so soon.
I felt Jasper's confused, concerned eyes move to me, but I refused to look at him to tell him of my insecurities. My jealousy was far to strong to talk to him about it right now, without being disrespectful.
"Well, howdy." A short smiling vampire girl said to me in a southern twang.
"Good evening." I said back to her quietly.
"I'm Charlotte, but you can call me Char. Umm, what would you like for dinner, hun?" She asked.
"That's ok… I can get my own dinner. It's really not a big de…" I started.
"She'll have the spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans, and some grapes. The grapes can be served before dinner." Jasper interrupted.
"Yes sir," Charlotte nodded and curtsied before flitting away. I pulled my arm from Alice's, placed my hands on my hips, took two somewhat calming breathes and turned to face Jasper with a hard glare. His face turned emotionless, and I saw Edward grab Alice and flit away, closing the door behind them.
"Sir, I've got two issues to discuss." I said, gritting my teeth.
"State them." He said, formally. He sounded just like a general with that tone.
"First off, why can't I cook my own meals? I've been doing that since I was thirteen."
"Because you don't know the kitchen that well, and it's your first night here. I was hoping we'd spend it relaxing and getting to know each other better." He said eerily calm.
My anger quickly diffused for a short second. He did have a point and now I felt a little guilty that I got so angry.
"I'm happy you see things my way," Jasper said, remaining emotionless and still like a soldier, "now state your second concern."
I blushed and bit my lip, "Well, it's actually really not that important."
Jasper sighed and stepped towards me. He grabbed my bottom lip and pulled until my teeth released their prisoner. He stared into my eyes and said, "Everything concerning you is important to me, so state it anyway.
I blush, but remain eye contact. "Well, I don't think I can eat that much."
He smirked at me, "If I remember correctly, you at all that all the time when you were younger, and expected dessert afterwards."
"Did I? I must have been one fat kid then." I said, trying to remember if I was.
"You were never fat and you're not fat now. Stop downing yourself, Isabella. I do not want to hear one more negative comment about yourself come out of your mouth again. Do you understand me? Isabella, you are a beautiful, intelligent, and strong young woman and if I have to spank you until you see that, I will." Jasper threatened.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir." I said, looking down.
Jasper brought my head back up and stared into my eyes, "Yes, you did eat all of that. I used to play games with you to get you to do it."
This erased most of the guilt I had and brought a smile to my lips, "What kind of games?"
"Well, I used to throw grapes into your mouth and we also used to cook the spaghetti together and throw the noodles on the wall to watch it stick." He smiled back.
"You dyed the noodles pink, when they finished cooking, and called them princess noodles." I said remembering the memory.
"I'm surprised you remember that." Jasper laughed.
"I'm surprised you came up with the idea." I shrugged.
"You were my baby. I had to make sure you ate well enough to be healthy. You were a stubborn child." He said laughing at some unknown memory.
I smiled, "Sounds to me, you were a bit whipped."
"The only thing that's whipped around here," he smirked and smacked my ass hard. "is your cute little ass."
"Would you stop doing that?" I yelped trying to rub away the sting.
"Nope," he said and sat me down in a very antique white dining chair with a sky blue seat cushion.
I took this chance to look at my surroundings better. There were two big windows that almost, but not quite touched the floor. They were sort of round at the top but the rest of it were rectangular and it was split in half attached with a latch, showing you can open them like doors. See- through white curtains framed them and the walls around them were an off white color. The white oak table I sat at matched the wood of the chair I was sitting in and everything was arranged perfectly. A crystal vase sat in the middle of the table holding blue hydrangea flowers in it. The plates had one big one under a small one and they were both circular but with wavy edges. The center of the plate was white while the outer edge was the same color blue as the flowers. The wine glasses looked old as old could get. Very charming, and delicate…
Perfection was obviously a must with Major Hardass over here. Seems like order and control were the only things really going for him. It keeps him from falling apart…. Yet, here I am.
I'm the opposite of control and definite order. I can't even convince my hair to lay down straight most of the time. When I'm stressed out, I can't keep a cool collected front up. No, I'm the opposite. I scream. I cry. I pull my hair out in frustration. Hell, sometimes I throw crap around the room. I'm not the little girl, Jasper knew eleven years ago.
Charlotte chose at that moment to bring me a bowl of fresh blood red grapes, that were perfectly rinsed and stuck in a perfect little crystal bowl. When she sat it down in front of me and walked away, my eyes strayed to Jasper and caught him staring at me. Our eyes dared each other to look away, but we didn't. Neither one of us did. I looked at this man that loved me, the man I loved as a child, and asked myself the question that would haunt me forever.
Can I be perfect for him?
For him, I'd try.