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This story was in the beginning betaed by Savage Grace and the new edited version is done by Letsjustdance, who gave me some ideas. Thank you girls.

The menace

Chapter 4

Jasper Whitlock POV

Last chapter…

… I could not wait to be alone with her in the dark and show her how we, southern vampires deal with menaces to our safety.

Now…

Jasper POV

We were already in Oregon, having made good time since our escape from Forks.

I was approaching my destination: the Crater Lake National Park, where my cabin was located, buried deep in the forests that surrounded the park. I believed that not even the Park Rangers knew that the cabin was there. In all the years that I had it I had never found a human scent around it. It was isolated enough for a vampire to live there permanently.

The views I was getting as I got up the mountain were already breathtaking. Everywhere I looked there were the ancient but still majestic extinct volcanoes and the mountains were glistening from the first snowfall of the year. Dawn approached while I had been driving and I listening to the news.

My car was equipped with a very expensive - and in some states - illegal device which allowed me to follow police communications. I had been following in my car pc the Forks news station and almost all of their news concerned the latest data on the storm which still raged through the Olympic Mountains. They had briefly mentioned the unfortunate accident and possible death of one Isabella Swan, the newest resident. Searches were being held to look for her body and her father, the town's sheriff, was inconsolable. There were no suspicions of foul play in the accident. I was in the clear.

I smiled at the news, while I looked down at the still unconscious body lying next to me. She was presumably dead. She was going to be all mine; forever!

What the fuck? Where did this come from? You are going to fuck her and drink from her, and then, once you are satisfied you will either kill her or give her to someone else. Reign in that shit, Whitlock.

I decided to focus my wandering mind in a safer subject. These random thoughts that I kept having about this girl were disturbing. They were not the kind of thoughts you want to be having about your food. I took a deep breath and almost gagged. My wonderful toy, my car was tainted by the awful smell of human food and other supplies that I had bought for her earlier, in the last town before reaching the mountains.

The fresh food would last for at least a month, before I would need to buy more. The canned food would last twice as long. The reason why I had bought so much food and vegetables is still an enigma to me. It was as if I was being compelled to buy a good amount of food to take care of her. And I had to scold myself after I left the store with my arms full of smelly articles. It did not help my mood when I went to buy toiletries and bath articles, as well as feminine articles and basic clothing.

It was necessary I told myself; I had no clear plan as to what I was going to do with her, but I wanted to have her cleaned, well fed and warm. So I also bought enough fuel for the generator to work five hours a day for a month, as well as gas for the stove. The cabin had no constant electric light so I also bought battery operated portable lamps and a good supply of candles.

I had found a pharmacy and thanks to my fake medical ID, I had managed to buy a large quantity of medical supplies destined to treat extreme blood loss and superficial injuries. If it was needed my cabin was only two hours away - vampire speed - from a large hospital with blood storage so that I could give her a transfusion.

I closed my breathing so that the horrible stench in my car would not disturb me anymore.

I had several missed calls from the entire Cullen family, and I was even more upset with Alice. It was now a definite possibility that she talked about what I was going to do with the girl, with her family. Fuck, now I would have to work my way back in, not only to her (easy to do) but to the others. Well, I could always play the slip card; it was always a winner. Their pity and compassion for me would, if I played right, warm them to me again.

But Alice, shit. She kept throwing this morality bullshit at me; sometimes I wondered if she was married to me or to them. Lately she seemed to show more loyalty to her family than to me and that just infuriated me. And lately I was finding myself more and more aggravated with her behavior. I was starting to feel the need to just break free of all that shit and from all of their drama.

Come to think of it, the longer I was away from Alice, the easier it was to find more and more flaws about her and the family. It is as if my head was capable of thinking more clearly. I had never, ever, had this kind of thoughts before. It had to be the girl's fault; she was undoubtedly messing with my head.

It had to be her influence that was making me see my Alice, in a brand new light; that was making me doubt Alice's loyalty towards me, even if my doubts were based on my own observations - and that knowledge was making me even angrier.

I was her fucking husband! Her loyalty had to belong to me and me only! No matter what! I was doing the right thing here. The girl was no longer counted amongst the living by the humans that knew her, and that had made everything easier for us. Was it so wrong to have a little fun before I did the deed?

I felt my temper rise quickly. I had to be projecting because I felt a stir in my quiet companion. She was coming in and out of consciousness.

I felt a smile tugging at my lips. Soon we would be there.

The dirty country road we were on was so secluded that the morning daylight that filtered through the branches of the thick ancient trees was very dim, and wild ferns touched the Hummer's side as it passed. The secondary roads lead us to an unmarked exit that was so hidden that I almost missed it. In front of me laid a barely identifiable path in the forest known only by me and Peter.

I kept a close watch of my travel companion. She stirred occasionally, and a whimper or two would leave her mouth. I had no use for her to be awake at this time. She could start screaming and babbling and I had no patience for that.

I watched her face. She had fantastic skin, smooth and pale, with no visible blemishes. It was soft and tasted good. The taste of her from when I licked her came again to my mouth and made me groan.

I continued my perusal of her. Her nose was little, slightly lifted on the end and it gave her a childish look. Her mouth was calling mine; her lips seemed soft and plump and warm. I could barely wait to put that mouth to use on me. Her tits were not big but they would fill my hands nicely; they were bigger than Alice's and that was a nice thing. Her stomach was smooth and flat and her hips have a nice round curve that shows that this teenager is all woman. Very different from Alice indeed!

I felt myself harden again, and I knew that I had to taste her soon. Maybe play a little with her and drink just a sip of her blood…so good…she would be so good. I needed to think about something else or she wouldn't make it to the cabin. The waiting was only going to make me more impatient.

I had been on this secluded path for an hour and I still had not found any evidence that someone had been here. The rough weather and the winter were harsh enough in these regions to make wanderers stay away. And in the spring and summer time people tended to stay on the marked paths, far from here. There were no nearby neighbors for miles and miles around. This part of the park was almost always closed and was too remote.

We would be all alone, and I had no worries about her trying to escape. She would die if she tried, either from exhaustion, from being lost, attacked by a wild animal or by me, when I found her.

Through the open window I could smell the heady, thick scent of the forest and of its wild life. I would have to hunt during my stay here. Her blood alone was not enough to sustain me in the quantities that I was planning to take from her. I liked my lips; it had been a few years since I had my last taste.

After a sharp V turn she moaned in pain as her head bumped against the side window; the sound went straight to my loins - such a beautiful moan. All thoughts of Alice and of the Cullen's vanished from my head as her heartbeat increased its pace and I felt her awaken. Not yet.

I sent her way a heavy dose of numbness and lethargy and she just went back to sleep.

Another thirty minutes and we had arrived. I got out of the car and took a deep breath; no one had been sniffing around here lately - human, vampire or otherwise. We were surrounded by nothing more than trees and the sound of the river that passed nearby.

My cabin was an unpretentious, simple wooden cabin when seen from the outside, and anyone who dared to go inside would find it was a one room space. I went to unlock the heavy wooden door and disconnect the stat of the art intruder's alarms that connected by GPS with my phone and stepped inside. Nothing had been touched. I smelled the air taking in the dust that was everywhere mixed with the scent of stalled air and wood. Not even Peter had been here lately. It had been a few years since I last came here but everything was good inside, no repairs needed to be made.

I was going to do some clean up, while the girl learned her place. Then she would assume that task to take care of the house.

Fuck…I am not going to play house with this girl…fuck…fuck my life.

The cabin was cold and I needed to light the fireplace to warm it up. My vampire senses could feel that the weather was going to turn bad in a few hours which meant this area was going to be bad for a few days; I had a human to take care of and it would not do me any good if she died too soon.

I had checked on the girl, she was still out cold; I unloaded the car distributing the things to their places and lighting the fireplace with the logs that were stored outside. Soon it was warmer inside and in less than an hour the cabin was clean and ready.

A big blood red sofa sat in front of the huge open stone fireplace that I had built in the middle of the house. On the left wall, near the only window, facing the kitchen counter sat a table with four chairs.

In the far wall I had a built-in wood and stone bed, covered with furs I had taken from some of the animals I had hunted for the last hundred years - bears, lynx's, mountain lions. The furs had been hand treated by me, a skill that I had learned with my human father and that I managed to retain through my change.

A tall and broad antique wooden bookshelf separated the "bedroom" from the living room, giving it some privacy. It also harbored an enormous collection of books that I never had the heart to throw away, despite having been read quite sometimes. Collecting books was another trait that I had learned from my father and that had survived the burn. I never threw a book away, I kept them all.

On the right wall stood a door that lead to a simple bathroom with a lavatory, toilet and a shower, and everything was operational. The water was taken from the river about 100 yards away and brought here by a small pump system that filled the reservoir constantly. I opened up the faucet and clean cold water came out. A boiler powered by the generator would give warm water when needed.

This was what the eyes could see, but my real treat was under the house. I went to the middle of the room, put aside the black bear fur that served as a rug, and lifted the trap door that lay underneath it. I unlocked it and pulled it open. It was heavy, and I had my doubts that the girl could lift this alone. My senses were immediately flooded with cold, stale, musty air. I smiled as I looked down and jumped through the opening.

It was dark, but my lighter lit up the candles that stood in front of strategically placed mirrors casting a sort of magical, mysterious atmosphere. My toys were on display all along the stone walls. The huge fireplace that was the pillars of the one on the upstairs room was cold with the ashes remaining from my last stay here.

It was in late 2001. Alice and I went on vacations away from the family. I came across a pretty blond girl in a gothic club in Portland; she was maybe 20 years old, and had sent me such a powerful burst of lust and want that I had lost my control. She thought herself a vampire and wanted to play with me. I still smile at the irony of it. I put her to sleep and I took her from the parking lot were we were making out without a second thought, and ran with her. During the night, I lost Alice – who was hot on my heels trying to stop me - and brought the girl here.

We played for a couple of days before I become bored. She had not been a virgin, far from it, and I made her turn into an incoherent babbling mess, giving her exactly what she had been lusting over. I did not kill the girl, though I had drunk from her many times. In the end, I just returned her to the club's front door unconscious. Her blood and body had been satisfying enough but I had had better in terms of blood and sex.

I looked at the furniture as I clean up everything t vampire speed. The four poster bed covered in clean, new black satin sheets and pillows was ready. I checked the chains and manacles that hung from the posters; they were in good condition but I cleaned them already. My black leather bench was still immaculate along with my red velvet armchair. My handmade cross was suspended in the air about fifty centimeters from the ground. I could tie my girls to it either to fuck or to punish them - whatever I was in the mood for at the time. My hook and its manacles still hung from the ceiling in a pristine and shining condition. My erotic books and my BSDM manuals and novels were all as I had left them. Ready to be read. Isabella would start on them soon.

I looked around and my mind saw Isabella everywhere. I saw me taking her in all the ways that I used to take a girl in here and I couldn't wait. My imagination and dominant personality ran away from me and I saw Isabella, in front of me, her eyes blood red and beautiful in her submission to me. The perfect slave, the perfect submissive. The perfect woman! Made for me, made to worship me and to be pleasured by me.

And then, as if a light had suddenly lit up in my head I realized that she was not going to die. No, I was going to seduce her, train her, and change her. And when I would finally tire of her, maybe I would send her to the Volturi, or offer her to Peter. And what was amazing is that there was no guilt in me; if the Cullen's couldn't deal with this, well, fuck them all.

I felt something rise in me. I feel its power and it intoxicated me. I was Jasper Whitlock. A Major of the Confederate Army, a Warlord of the Southern Vampire Wars. And why the fuck was I worried about the Cullen's? I was tired of being a pussy. I was a vampire, and a soldier - not a joke. It was amazing but I felt that my head was clearer than it had been for decades.

I went upstairs, and took the girl out of the car. I took her inside and gently laid her down on the bed covering her with the soft furs. I took a long look at her before going out to gather wood for the fire in the playroom. I filled the generator with the fuel, in the little shed outside the kitchen, before cleaning up the fridge and installed the batteries in it too. Soon it would be cold enough to put the fridge outside and store things in the little shed.

I made her some cheese sandwiches and warmed a can of tomato soup. I prepared the pain pills, the vitamins, and the iron supplements and arranged all the medical supplies in the cabinet of the downstairs room.

I then sat down at the side of the bed and waited for her to wake up. It was late afternoon, and as I had predicted the storm raged outside. I took the sleepiness and lethargy from her while listening to her increasing heartbeat as she returned to the land of the living.

As she opened her eyes, I saw her slowly take in her surroundings; she was in a bit of pain - a headache probably - but she would live and if she behaved, she would get a pain pill. She opened her mouth to scream but I wasn't having that now...the screams would come later.

"Good afternoon Isabella. I would very much appreciate if you refrain yourself from screaming, because there is no one here to hear you."

And with that she let out a high pitch scream.

Women, why don't they ever listen?