I made a typo last chapter (probably a few) that has now been fixed, instead of it saying it had been 1964 it was actually 1864. Keep in mind, my vampires have fangs and they don't sparkle.

December 21, 1884

Jessamine stares with a deadly smile across the field at the man she'd locked eyes with. He bared his teeth at her in vicious snarl, his hopes of frightening her fell flat as she tipped her head back and laughed. It seemed to spur him on as he began to snap his teeth at her. Venom dribbled down his chin in small rivulets; to another vampire, those small rivulets would burn like fire the second it touched their skin. A vampire's venom was a strong weapon of defense should they need to use it.

She could feel the energy in the air around her, she could hear every thought that the newborns surrounding her were thinking. Her body felt like it was full of energy- the kind that made her a force to be reckoned with! Nothing could stop her! Nothing could touch her! It gave her the type of high that could only be achieved with the Big Three's.

Feeding. Fighting. Fucking. Those were the three things a newborn's life revolved around. One could be more predominate while the other remained dormant. Jessamine thrived on feeding. Now she thrived on the thrill of the fight.

She eyed the body that stood beside her on her left. Peter.

His eyes were a pure black that never seemed to leave him. He bared his teeth at her in a vicious show of camaraderie. His fangs were alight with the suns rays that hit them at all the right angles. It proved to frighten and rule over the rowdy newborns that nipped at their heels. Peter tilted his head in the direction of the vampires opposite them- without words, he staked his claim over the ones he wanted.

An invisible arrow lit above Peter's marks heads in severance. Jessamine could see the links that bound the vampires to others. They were made up of colors to signify the relationships, severing those ties could cause a rip in their souls. It was a powerful gift that was often underestimated. Often thought of as weak. She had control of it and it was beautiful.

On Jessamine's right stood the Major. He stood tall and proud amongst the army, his eyes were coal black. She could feel the emotions that he was emitting to the opposite army-he showed no mercy, the emotions were being pushed at his own army as well. If it wasn't for Jessamine's gift, she would have been knocked off of her feet from the strength of his. Maria's army would be obliterated if he hadn't shown them a way to focus with it, to fight with it.

Jessamine made a point to always cover Peter with her mental barrier. He was her only friend in this madhouse and while she counted Maria and the Major as friends-she knew they didn't share her affection. Of course in their own way, they did care; but they cared far more for her abilities. Without them, she would be dead and gone just as Lucy and Nettie now were. Once those two had decided to turn on Maria, Jessamine and the Major had been dispatched to take them out.

Together, her and the Major were unstoppable forces of nature. It was an existence she both favored and loathed.

Some moments, Jessamine often called Gunilla's orders for her to go with Maria into question. Jessamine's trust in Gunilla far outweighed her doubt in this decision. The Viking had proven to her more than once that she knew exactly what she was doing. Gunilla knows best. Jessamine just has to trust that this is part of the greater plan.

She found herself wincing in pain as the Major shoved a more powerful dose of fear and submission into her, it was a near constant nudge against her mental barriers. He was always testing her; he waited for the moments where she was off guard so he could cripple her. It never worked. She gave him the side-eye, taking into note that he could feel her distraction. He was warning her.

"We are giving you one more chance!" the assumed leader of the opposite coven spat in Jessamine's direction. Major laughed. His amusement at the man's words were a stark contrast to his normal stony appearance.

"We're givin' you one more chance, boy." Major replied. When the vampire made no move to listen, Major raised his left hand and twitched it slightly.

It was on.

With a snarl, Jessamine shot off across the field with Peter and Major on both sides of her. The man she'd been staring at earlier met her halfway. Jessamine ducked out of the way of the man's hand, no way would she let him land a hand on her. Her powers manifested in her hands, the scarlet aura made the man hesitate. That was all she needed.

Her powers forced their way into his body and the man let out a cry of alarm as he found himself being lifted into the air. Jessamine clenched her fist and the man's skin began to crack. His cries pierced the air amongst the loud growls and hisses that surrounded the field. Jessamine grabbed hold of him with one hand, still holding him captive with her powers, and slammed him into the ground. She pounced on him soon after. Her fangs sunk into the juncture of his neck and she ripped the hard flesh out.

"Watch out!" Peter called at her. She let go of him and ducked to the side as a fist went sailing past the place her head had once been. The vampire who had attempted to attack her hit the man instead of her.

Jessamine laughed in amusement and wrapped her hands around the woman's neck and popped it right off. The man yelled at her in horror. His surface thoughts reached her, this woman was his mate. "Don't worry," Jessamine whispered softly, "you'll join her soon." She allowed the man one hit. That was it. Her head snapped to the side and her powers defended her. He was ripped apart to shreds without another thought. Jessamine didn't have the time to admire her handy work, she turned heel and ran at the next available vampire.

Peter was fighting several at once. He was faring well, but his frustration was showing as a small woman bit into his shoulder from behind. Jessamine lifted one hand and flung the girl away. She watched as her target soared through the air, once the vampire reached a 15 foot invisible mark, she acted. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Jessamine crossed the cracked earth and met her mark and grabbed her swiftly by the throat.

The girl was dazed from the impact of Jessamine's powers shoving her. As a result, she grabbed weakly at Jessamine's wrist as her nails dug into her throat. The sound of her skin cracking and popping was like a sweet symphony in her ears. As the girl gargled on her venom, Jessamine could feel the growing lust for power embody her fully. She mentally shook herself from her stupor and got her head back into the battle. With a swift, robust, blow to the teenaged vampires skull, her head cracked in half and landed in pieces on the ground.

Jessamine rejoined Peter quickly, they fought back to back as newborn after newborn came at them. As two approached on both sides, Jessamine flung one hand out, the scarlet mist billowing from her skin, she seized the one on the left and with a snap of her fingers, the vampire disintegrated. Gore rained down from the sky and decorated the barren earth beneath; an artistic picture if Jessamine said so herself. She knew that using her gift for this had her straddling a thin line, but the rush of power that flooded her system completely short-circuited any and all rational thought.

She met the male vampire rushing towards her on her right with an uppercut. He flipped backwards, but lands on his feet. "Sorry sweetheart. You're gonna have to do better than that," the man spits in her direction, a crude sign of disrespect that sent her mind spinning dangerously down the past the point of no return.

"Oh don't worry, I intend to." A sneer twists Jessamine's face into something horrific, her eyes are alight with the crimson from her diet and the scarlet hues of her powers. It twists and turns in the irises giving it the illusion of an out-of-control twister that are known well for their destruction in these parts. Jessamine's opponent has a moment of clarity, some whispering in the back of his mind that he should run; it whispers that this woman would be the death of him. "It's right you know. That little whisper. You should listen to it."

"Not even if you begged me!"

"It won't be me that's begging by the time I'm through with you." The scarlet mist creeps forward and enters the man's ears and nose, soon his eyes are the same as Jessamine's as her powers take effect. The man collapses on the ground as he watches the vision of his child and wife being burned alive on a pyre for his doings. A dark grin flits across her face as his begging starts up. "You were too easy to crack." She slinks forward and pounces on top of the vampire, with a quick yank, his head pops off and is thrown over her shoulder carelessly.

Even now, with his head detached, he was living his greatest fears. It wouldn't stop until she stopped. It wouldn't stop until he was dead. Jessamine moves to join Peter again when she realizes that the scarlet mist is still pouring from her skin. A moment of horror shows in her eyes, and in that moment, her mental barrier collapses.

Across the field, the Major nearly stops in shock as he feels Jessamine's emotions for the first time. He seeks her out and finds her standing still, the chaos around her seemingly not even reaching her ears. The fear he feels from her makes him sick. Jasper has felt fear. He has felt terror. He has felt that complete and utter helplessness one gets when they realize they can't stop something. The young woman was losing control completely.

Jasper watches with his peripherals as her gift causes her to lash out at the vampires that fight with them rather than against. Newborn after newborn blown to bits by the power that his maker found so fascinating. The power that he found so fascinating. She'd seemed so put together. It made him hate her; the way she seemed so unaffected by killing, even when it meant killing her friends, it was an attribute he wished he had. Now, he could see he was wrong. He could feel her for the very first time. She felt so empty. She had emotions, but they were so dark and painful.

He made a decision in that moment, focused on unleashing his gift on the newborn he was fighting, that he would protect her.

He brought his hand down on the newborns neck and decapitated him. Jasper began picking his way across the field, dodging blows from the vampires that thought they could end him. Jessamine needed help. He would call to Peter, but he had his own battles to deal fight at the moment. That battle consisted of 5 large male newborns. "Jessamine!" He shouted at her in an attempt to shake her from whatever hell her mind was in. "Jessamine! Look at me!" She gave no indication that he'd even heard her. "Jessamine!" His voice was a roar, a vampire was right behind her, she would kill her! The woman was tiny, but she'd get her hands around her throat, like she was now, and it would be the end! "No!" Jasper dove for Jessamine and successfully ripped her from the woman's grip and proceeded to tear the bitch limb for limb.

Jessamine jolted from her hell. She stared in shock at the Major. He'd saved her. "Thank you." He growled viciously at her, his obsidian eyes narrowed at her in fury.

"You are in a battle, don't do that again," he shouted. All she could do was nod dazedly at him.

They won that battle.

Together, Jessamine and Jasper won every battle they'd ever fought in. They won together. And it was together that they were named the Goddess of Destruction and the God of War. Together, they were unstoppable.

But that was before Charlotte happened.