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A/N This story was originally beta'd by Savage Grace, the new version is revised and edited by LetsJustDance, who gave me some pointers. Thank you girls, for everything.

The menace

Chapter 5

Jasper Whitlock POV

Last chapter:

"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?

Now

Instantly, I was in front of her, stunning her into silence. Her eyes widened like saucers, her breathing picked up and her fear began to increase; I could feel her pain from the head wound but her other emotions override it.

"Where…where am I? Where is my father?"She asked in a soft, trembling voice.

I smirked, "You are with me. Far away from Forks."

As she took in her surroundings, and she saw that they weren't familiar her confusion and worry begun to turn into anger, apprehension, and indignation. Oh, yes baby girl that is exactly what I want - that cocktail of emotions will feed me for days, if I play you right.

"What you mean I am not in Forks? What kind of sick joke you think you are doing?" defiance, anger and resistance were slipping into her emotions and almost overtaking her.

I was fine with her anger, it made her blood spicier. The defiance, however, was pissing me off. Not because she had it, no - the defiant ones were always the best to break - but because of the amount of it: It almost equalized her fear. And that was something that I simply couldn't allow! Only in her fear and then in her surrender would I triumph and make her mine. I met in her glare with one of my own.

"Where am I? What did you do to me, you sick fucking bastard? Release me at once, my father..." She was screaming as she franticly tried to get away from the bed. I let her hop from it and run around trying to find a way out. In a second she had spotted the front door and quick as - I could say "as quick as lightening," but that would describe my speed, not hers - as a human could be (after stumbling twice on thin air), she pulled it open and left the house. She hesitated when she took in her surroundings and realization set when she saw that she was definitely not in Forks anymore. But instead of fear, she steeled herself and became overcome with determination. I did not stop her as from sprinting away, as she had nowhere to go. It would be a good lesson for her… And a little hunt would be fun for me.

I was excited now: she had fire, and vitality within. Through the open door, I felt the cold and the freezing wind of the storm as they entering the warm cabin. I let her run, bathing in her feelings of triumph and determination as she ran further and further away. She truly believed she had beaten me!

I heard her gasp as the cold suddenly hit her body but that did not make her stop. I watched as she ran blindly in the dark, not worrying about the snow or the cold. She was reckless! I could sense that the storm was just beginning to pick up strength so our fun time outside would have to be shorted.

I allowed her to take a small lead and then allowed my own vampire instincts to take over. Hunting her was thrilling but much too quick for my taste: she was heading down for the river in a clumsy stumbling-run that allowed me to be in front of her in only seconds. My appearance was so sudden that she bumped directly into my chest, falling hard on her ass with a terrified scream.

I picked her up easily and finally - finally – felt her fear and desperation as she started trashing around in my arms. After walking the short distance back to the house, I went inside and threw her - not very kindly or gently - onto the couch before turning my back around to close the door. As I was securing it I felt a light weight on my back and someone touching my head. I almost chuckled: she had dared to jump on my back and was trying to hit me over and over again on the head. She really was fun and feisty!

But as fun as she was, I was not having any of that now. It was time to play. I threw her to the ground as I finished locking the door before hiding the key in my key chain. I turned to her and noticed she was already trying to find yet another way out. Really! This girl was a busy one; she was going to be a handful. She had no chance. Everything had been locked up and the keys were on my pocket.

I dropped any pretenses of being human and advanced on her vampire speed. I stopped right in front of her. This time she registered something very wrong with my speed. Incredulity and denial washed through her. Her rational mind was trying to deny what she had witnessed. I smirked at her chocked, devastated face. In a second I had her completely naked, with her only change of clothes hidden under the bed. She was an amazing piece of flesh, far superior to Alice in every way.

I took enormous pleasure realizing that her nakedness had not yet registered in her already overloaded brain; she was beginning to figure out that I was something more than human, and with that knowledge, her fear increased turning to terror.

A full minute had passed before her nakedness finally registered in her brain. Shame flooded her as she tried to cover her important parts but, as she opened her mouth to scream, I placed my hand over her mouth and leaned closer to her ear.

"Scream again and I will punish you." Sure enough, another scream erupted from her almost making me deaf. Fuck, she had some set of lungs.

"Well, it seems there will be no bed for you tonight - so let's go, little girl, I am going to take you to the room that you will occupy for the next few days; that is until you learn to behave. In there you are going to hear about your life and you will learn your place – your duties - in this new world of yours."

Hysterically kicking and screaming, I threw her over my shoulder. Her nakedness added to the amazing scent of her pussy, were about to make me cum in my pants - but I would not take her body or her blood today; she had been through too much.

I almost shivered in anticipation as I ran my free hand over her smooth bare ass that was sticking up in the air. She struggled harder, trying to hit my back but only making me hold her tighter, to the point of pain. As this registered in her mind a huge amount of fear washed over me, making me growl deep in my chest. Fuck - she smelled good and she feared pain: I had my first leverage on her. Her bare skin was warm and so very soft. She struggled harder before my hand fell hard three times quickly to her bottom. I did not strike hard enough to really cause any damage to her but just hard enough to leave my hand print on her ass, making my point clear. The struggle immediately stopped as the panic and pain overtook her resistance.

Her heart was beating wildly, as I made my way to the trap door in front of the fireplace. I decided to just jump inside the dimly lit playroom. I went over to the side of the bed and grabbed one of the huge velvet pillows and threw it on the ground. Then I set her up on her feet. Immediately she ran away from me, trying to find a way to escape. I just let her. There was no escape from this room for a human. Finally she gave up, panting and huddled on the far corner of the room, as far away from me as she could. I walked over to her, slowly, a predatory grin on my face. I reveled in her fear as she tried to melt into the wall.

I just smirked at her and sat down Indian style before her. I waited for her frantic exploration of the playroom to stop and almost chuckled in delight when the panic attack from my earlier little spanking was subdued by indignation and, again that beautiful defiance.

"You bastard, you sick bastard…I helped you…what did I do to you? let me go…get me out of here!"she spat at me.

At the sight of my smirk she just started screaming - and this time I let her. It would help her to get rid of the frustration that she was feeling at her impotence and imprisonment. Her fear was powerful and, as she started to tremble in her little corner, I knew that sometime later on she would lose this adrenaline rush.

To block out her screams I took the time to slowly peruse her naked body. It was flushed a beautiful shade of pink. She definitely could be called hot. Her tits had a nice shape and size; her dark pink nipples were pebbled because of the cold air. I was so ready to suckle on them until she screamed - it was almost physically painful. I have definitely found the exact place to place my mark on her: just above her left nipple wrapping around the top of her breast. It was perfect.

I had to adjust myself at the thought of the Whitlock seal across her tit: eternal ownership - If she was worthy of becoming a vampire, she would have it forever. Any man who would lay with her would forever know that it had been me that had break her in and it had been me the first to have her.

It was intoxicating.

Finally about an hour later the screaming, yelling and sobbing stopped. Now she was feeling scared, ashamed and somewhere in there - always lingering in the back ground of her emotions – defiant. She was also tired and I decided to wake her up a little so that she could pay attention to our little chat. I slammed her with awareness and took some of the fatigue away. When I felt that she was awake enough for my taste I decided to lay the ground rules.

"Here is what your life will be from now on: You are to stay quiet and that means no screaming. No one knows where you are and no one is looking for you. You cannot leave; you cannot escape me. There is no use to fight me. You are mine now and the outside world believes you dead, your own father believes you dead. We are completely alone and this house is isolated in the middle of a mountain, deep inside a forest that is crawling with dangerous wild life." I reveled in the horror and in the fear that was flooding her.

"You are mine to do whatever I want. I will punish you if you disobey me and I will punish you if you try to run away again." I knew my words had sunk in as I felt hatred enter her emotions mixed with determination and nausea. Oh, she was a wonderful emotional cocktail.

"Do you understand what I am saying? You behave and learn to obey me and you will have a relatively pain free time in here with me…or you misbehave and disobey me, and you will be severely punished. It is quite simple, really."

Her whole stance screamed defiance, anger and denial. She just stared at me, not answering. That would not do.

"Speak. You are allowed to speak when I ask you something."

"Where am I? Why are you doing this? I have done nothing to you." Her voice was raw and raspy, as result of her earlier outburst. She was feeling defeated but strangely still defiant.

"That is not the answer to my question." I told her raising my eyebrow to her; soon she would not dare to question me.

"You have not answered mine either." So, she had a spine. Making her submit to me was getting more enjoyable by the minute. I decided to let her know the why:

"You have disrupted the peace of my family. My brother Edward had to flee Forks because of you. I took you because you are a menace to my family and to our way of life." I could feel the confusion coming from her.

"What? That is ridiculous! I don't even know your brother. Today was my first day of school and I did not have a good impression on him either. I did nothing to him to cause him to flee from me, and I most certainly did nothing to threaten your family." Defiance and anger were once again her main emotion so I decided to show her what she was dealing with. Fuck waiting for tomorrow to teach her and to taste her, I would do it tonight.

"You know nothing, girl."I growled at her. In the blink of an eye I took the arm that had been hanging on her lap making her scream in fright and pain. I took it to my mouth and sank my teeth in it, sucking greedily her blood and feeding off her pain and fear, her screams loud around me. My other hand pulled her flush to me and the contact with my body to keep her from struggling too much and her impotence to fight me made her terror escalate and her blood to sweeten even more.

As her body stilled I could concentrate on the red bliss that was permeating all of my senses. Not even her emotions registered in me as I drunk. Why?

Delicious! So good! I had been so long without it, why? Why do I fucking deny myself? Fuck! It was heavenly, orgasmic and blissful - all together, wrapped in red. It made no sense to deny myself anymore; it made no sense to continue to torture my body, to go against everything that I am. It was all so clear. Like I was a finger tip away from having the biggest revelation known to a vampire and suddenly it all had become clear to me. I AM A FUCKING VAMPIRE! AND I LIKE IT!

And this tiny creature held the key for me to get back to me. I have to keep her!

But I knew I could not take too much – for now at least. After a few more gulps of my new favorite drug, I removed my teeth from her arm; sucking just a little more from the open wound to make sure none of my venom had entered her blood stream, I licked the wound clean so it would heal faster. She could not tear her eyes from my blood stained face and lips; she afraid and confused, weak from the blood loss and tears were running down her pale face.

"Do you understand now human? You are mine!" I sneered at her and I felt the realization and horror wash over her, making her whisper in terror:

"Cold one, vampire." She whimpered before she passed out.

Shaking in satisfaction from her blood I gently took her to the bed and laid her there, covering her with the furs. I then went to the medical cabinet and took the syringe I had prepared with the blood replenishing cocktail that I had mixed and prepared myself; it made the same effect of a strong dose of iron and vitamins. I was a licensed bio chemist, and used to make my own chemical recipes. It would fully replenish all the blood she had lost today as long as she ate properly once she awoke.

I would taste her again soon and I couldn't wait for that. I could feel a shift deep inside of me; I wanted more - I wanted all of her. She was making me see things differently. As little as I had drunk from her it was doing amazing things to me: I felt invincible, sated, and warm. I could take on the world, and now my life with the Cullens - once so perfect - was looking so constricted and boring.

I was watched, observed and surveyed every single fucking second of every day. My opinions were not asked and my ideas were never followed; I was a good asset because of my reputation and experience, but they never trusted me. I could feel it. They had the golden boy and girl to guide the coven, and I was just a prop on the arm of my wife. I growled at that - I had been the most feared vampire in the world for more than a century; a name that once heard would make vampires all around the world shit themselves in their pants (if they were able to). And now I was playing houses? Always unfulfilled, always starving. Drinking bitter shit to survive? Shopping at New York Fashion Week? Going to High School? Why? Why was I always denying my instincts, denying myself? When had I started to be ashamed of what I was?

I know the answer…but I don't want to know it. Fucking Coward!

No, I can't dwell on those thoughts – those types of thoughts are dangerous. This girl is a most welcome reprieve from my life, and, at the same time, my effort to keep the Cullen's safe. I am doing my bit for the family.

Yeah…keep thinking that!

I forced my thoughts to go back to the girl. Tomorrow I would force her to eat, and by nightfall she would be ready for more. I took her arm and injected the drug. It was a good thing that she had passed out; this was a painful medication to which I had added a mild sedative. I went to retrieve a blood bag from the cooler and inserted the IV on her left hand securing it safely. Two units of blood would suffice. I had some hours to kill so I settled beside her on the bed, keeping an eye on her and reading a book.

Looking down at my new girl I realized that I had been wrong in thinking that she was plain. She had a kind of natural beauty with no artifices.

Unwillingly my thoughts drifted again to my past. I knew I had the perfect life with the Cullen's but it was not enough anymore.

I had all the things that money could buy; unlimited credit and many loaded bank accounts, a powerful coven with many allies and connections with the Volturi; a submissive wife, and the mock of a human life in the human world. But yet, I missed the thrill of war. I had been a soldier for so long that I missed the feeling of commanding men, of having my orders followed, of having the power of life and death. Even my excuse for the vegetarian diet wasn't that solid. I was depressed by feeding of humans, but I never tried to feed off the guilty ones like Peter and Charlotte. They said that any emotions could be erased by my thirst for revenge. I never once thought to use my gift to numb them before feeding, and in doing so eliminating their emotions. Why? Oh, yes…because Alice said that even the guilty ones are humans and that we were not God, that we are not savages - and that it was wrong to kill. Fuck…I was a joke.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to go back to the time when I was a leader, a commander of men, when I would drink what I wanted when I wanted.

When my orders were symbol of life and death!

When I was not bored!

When I was a man! When I was respected as a leader.

A moan and movement woke me from my reverie. The human…eight hours had passed and I needed to take care of her.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind. I had set this out to kill her. Okay, to have some fun with her but then to kill her or to give her to someone else. But now…now I wanted more. I wanted nothing more than to train and teach her, if she is willing.

This girl's defiance and resistance, her body, the depth I could see when she looked at me, were making me twitch - changing and shifting. I felt it deep in my guts: I was changing, and it all started when I first held her in my arms.

Fuck, why was she important to me? How come she could make me shift when even if my own wife - or any of my thousand past lovers - couldn't? I felt as if not even my wife or family could take me away from this path and from this woman. Alice… I wish she was here instead, willingly…No...I am lying…not even Alice could stop me now. And it is not Alice that I want in here.

Another moan and a whimper of pain. Fear, anguish and awareness. Longing and sorrow. She was awake. I let her have these moments to come to terms with her situation.

I got up from the bed, relit the fire to warm the room and carefully took the IV from her arm and disposed of the blood bag. I then stood sitting in front of her and waited for her to wake up completely.

One hour later she was fully awake - grumpy but healthy – feeling a little pain and nausea, but nothing serious. The blood transfusion and my cocktail had done the trick. Good.

I tested her emotions as she stayed as far away from me as possible. I could feel that she was in dire need to go to the toilet - a secondary effect of my miracle mixture. She was fearful, horrified but as always, defiant.

"Ready to start the day, human?"

"My name is Bella, you bastard!" Such foul language! I see that I am going to need to find alternative places to spank her, as her bottom will always red.

I glared at her, «Again, you are not answering my question. And I don't like your attitude or your foul language. It will be better for you to realize that you are alone; that you belong to me and that I will be your world from now on. Submit to me and I will be good to you. You are human, you can't fight me. I will come back in an hour to see if you have any questions." If she was not going to submit then I would have her begging to go to the toilet. I turned my back on her and jumped through the opening, closing it behind me. Her vulgar insults smoldered by the thick stone floor.

Now was a good time to go for a hunt.

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