The Majors Brother
JPOV
How was he here…just…how? "What are you doing here?" was all I could get through gritted teeth. "I'm here for you Jazzy Wazzy" he smirked, his pearly white teeth exposed. "It's been too long brother." I couldn't get my head around it, it was all to strange, to confusing, how had he found me…no wait, how was he even here!? He was supposed to be dead, shot during the war… "Don't worry Jaz, I followed your lead not too long after that damned bullet ripped through my chest, some nomad was roaming the battlefield after The Second Battle of Galveston back in 1863. He found me; he changed me, though not intentionally.
He started to feed until another came and challenged him to 'the meal' while they were fighting I began to change, their dual was so intense that by the time there was a victor I was too far on to bother feeding off of. Then I woke up, surrounded by the bodies of men I had fought with, I was so thirsty that I couldn't stop myself feeding off of those who clung to life, brothers in arms that I sent to Heaven, made the sting of killing them a little easier to handle. When my thirst was slaked I left, I ran, for so long, so hard until I reached Bighorn forest in Wyoming. I stayed there until I got too thirsty, I couldn't kill again though, all the memories came flooding back, so I allowed my senses to take hold so I could hunt something more…herbivorous. I caught the scent of a herd of deer and went for it, catching two within minutes, I found their blood slaked my thirst but reduced my strength a little, a price I was willing to pay so that I didn't have to murder another human.
I spent my time matriculating from Forest area to Forest area. Custer, Black Hills, Shoshone, Lewis & Clark, all played host to my feeding patterns until there was just enough wildlife left to continue the ecosystem. And now, after just over 200 years later I heard tales of other 'clean' Vampires, in Washington, so I made my way here, arriving just a few days ago."
By this time Bella, Edward and the others had arrived and were listening intently as the rest of us were.
"I moved into a little house down a long road, there was an old car in the driveway when I arrived, looked like an old police cruiser, the estate agent did tell me that the house had belonged to The Chief Of Police about 20 years back and that the town had chosen not to let anyone live there out of respect for his services."
"Charlie!" Bella gasped
"Yeah that was him, did you guys know him? He seemed like a nice guy, kept a nice little house, I had all of his belongings kept at the police station, in a new museum wing so that a record would be kept." He added
"Thank you so much." Bella exclaimed
"No problem…hey come to think of it you do look familiar" David pointed to Bella "Yeah you were in his pictures…Oh God I'm so sorry Ma'am I meant no disrespect." My brother truly was a gentleman.
"So that's my story guys, now you know Jaz, I'm not here to kill anyone I just wanted some company." He smiled at us hopefully. "Although I could swear I smelt the faintest hint of wet dog when I arrived at the house."
"Werewolves." Emmett chuckled.