Have the Cullens lost their minds? Chapter 8, a twilight fanfic

Sorry it has been so long since I last updated. I will try to be better about it. If you forgot what Jasper wore to school this day, it was a white hanes tee-shirt, wrangler jeans, brown cowboy boots, and a brown belt with a large silver buckle in the shape of Texas with the rebel flag printed on it.

(My military career was short-lived, but very promising. People always . . . liked me, listened to what I had to say. My father said it was charisma. Of course, now I know it was probably something more. But, whatever the reason, I was promoted quickly through the ranks, over older, more experienced men. The Confederate Army was new and scrambling to organize itself, so that provided opportunities, as well. By the first battle of Galveston — well, it was more of a skirmish, really — I was the youngest major in Texas.)-Eclipse

When Jasper entered History class that day, he was none the wiser. Had had no idea that his world was about to come tumbling down. He went to sit in his usual seat, and pulled out his report on David Catcher the infantry solider, but little did Jasper know he would never get to read that report. The teacher walked in and gave the class a bored look...that is until he saw Jasper's...change of style.

"Mr. Hale. How are you today? I like your um...belt buckle."

Jasper could tell he was feeling rather amused. He was just lucky Jasper didn't wear His buckle that said 'Everything is bigger in Texas.' He would really get a kick out of Emmett's buckle that read COCKY and had a picture of a red rooster next to it. Rose hated that thing. Jasper just politely nodded and went back to unpacking his things for class.

"Alright class. I hope you all remembered to write your papers on a solider from the Civil war. Now this isn't English but I do expect them to have some semblance of grammar. I am going to have you come up one by one, and read them to everyone else."

Oh great. Jasper could write just fine, but he hated public speaking. He would just make make everyone feel mildly interested and get it over with as quick as possible. The first student to come up was a scruffy boy, who although was much too quiet, had written a quite entertaining story about General Lee. Jasper figured most everyone would pick a well recognized figure, like Lee or Grant. Easier that way. The next to come up was the red head who Jasper had originally wanted to kill but then decided against it.

"My report is on a solider, I mean a Major. Yeah that's it, a Major."

Wow. Jasper thought she's off to a magnificent start.

"A Major Jasper Whitlock."

Jasper froze. unable to move, or breathe...even though he didn't need to do either.

"Jasper Whitlock was born in 1844, in Houston, Texas."

He still didn't move.

"He joined the army in 1861. The Confederate Army started recruiting in South Carolina in April and had spread west from there. Jasper joined in May. He was promoted to Major by the time of The Battle of Galveston Harbor Oct. 4, 1862. Jasper Whitlock was the youngest Major in the Confederate Army in Texas, having joined the army before he turned 17."

At least she was staying factual.

"Major Whitlock lied about his age to join the confederate army. Eventually he climbed the ranks and became the youngest Major ever in the confederate army, even if he was to go by his real age."

Jasper remembered it like it was yesterday. Most vampires didn't remember much of their human life, but Jasper would never forget it...

"He went missing 1863 on the return trip to Galveston after escorting the women and children out of the city to Houston due to Yankee mortar boat danger."

Jasper remembered that night too. He ran into three woman, thinking they might need help. Little did he know, his fate rested in the hands of one of the most sadistic vampires ever to walk the earth.

"Jasper Whitlock...UGH! GAH! Can I be honest? Ok, so like this guy was not only a liar, I mean he joined the army at 17! He must have been blood thirsty!"

Oh she had no idea.

"He must have been manipulative too seeing as he got promoted so quickly over dudes that probably deserved it WAY more. Then he what? Goes missing? Pfft. Yeah right more like he was deserter. Bunch of Hillbillies those confederates were."

Jasper was in rage. He wanted to tear her throat out with his teeth. He choked down the venom welling in his mouth.

"Miss Telford, while that is a colorful assumption, it is not fact based. Please stick to your report." Mr. Abbott interjected.

"Fine. Whitlock was a fine leader on all accounts..supposedly..."

Jasper could not suppress a growl this time.

"M-Mr. Hale?" The teacher stammered. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm perfect." Jasper ground out through gritted teeth. "Just had a tickle in the back of my throat."

Mr. Abbott did not look convinced. Jasper couldn't take it any longer he was about to explode. He was lucky he was in control of his affect on others or the class room would be rioting right about now. He stood up from his seat, intending to leave the room, but then he heard a giggle from the red head and lost it.

"YOU DAMNED YANKEES! ALWAYS MUDDLING UP FACTS! JUST BECAUSE I WAS A CONFEDERATE, THAT MEANS IM A BAD PERSON! I WAS NOT A DESERTER! I LOVED MY MEN! IM PROUD TO BE A CONFEDERATE! WE SHOULD HAVE WON THAT WAR, AND HAD I NOT BEEN FORCED TO LEAVE, I WOULD HAVE WON IT FOR US ALL AND YOU MA'AM WILL SHOW SOME RESPECT!"

He then got up on his chair and placed his hand over his still heart and began singing.

God save the South, God save the South,

Her altars and firesides, God save the South!

Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die,

Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"

God be our shield, at home or afield,

tretch Thine arm over us, strengthen and save.

What tho' they're three to one, forward each sire and son,

Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave!

God made the right stronger than might,

Millions would trample us down in their pride.

Lay Thou their legions low, roll back the ruthless foe,

Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side.

Hark honor's call, summoning all.

Summoning all of us unto the strife.

Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break,

Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!

Rebels before, our fathers of yore.

Rebel's the righteous name Washington bore.

Why, then, be ours the same, the name that he snatched from shame,

Making it first in fame, foremost in war.

War to the hilt, theirs be the guilt,

Who fetter the free man to ransom the slave.

Up then, and undismay'd, sheathe not the battle blade,

Till the last foe is laid low in the grave!

God save the South, God save the South,

Dry the dim eyes that now follow our path.

Still let the light feet rove safe through the orange grove,

Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.

God save the South, God save the South,

Her altars and firesides, God save the South!

For the great war is nigh, and we will win or die,

Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"

Mr. Abbott didn't know what to do. He assumed Jasper was having some sort of psychotic break. Just as Jasper finished up the last verse of 'God save the South' Alice came bursting in the door.

"JAZZY! Erm...Mr. Abbott I just remembered my brother has forgotten to take his medication today and I need to take him home immediately."

"PLEASE DO!" Mr. Abbott practically begged Alice. "They don't pay me enough for this."