Chapter 6
Jasper's POV
Closing the door behind me softly, I allow myself to watch the vampire before me as she walks around my living room, taking in everything that she is seeing. Vampire Bella is very different to human Bella; human Bella was shy, loving, passionate, compassionate, and physically weak compared to a lot of the people she met but vampire Bella... Vampire Bella is strong in every aspect of the word, but she is no longer shy nor do I see any of the human Bella in her in fact, except for appearances. This Bella is cold, hard, confident, determined, and sexy as hell but she is missing that loving and compassionate heart. What happened to the Bella I once knew?
"Nice place."
"Thank you."
The woman before me felt like a complete stranger to me. That in itself is wrong on so many levels.
I move further into the room and signal for her to sit down, which she does in a very different manner to how she once had. There is a graceful elegance that I remember seeing from wives of Generals when I had served, as a human of course. I am not usually one to offend women, but Maria was the least lady like woman I'd ever met. Mentally shaking those dark thoughts away, I sit down opposite Bella.
Silence drawing out to the point of awkwardness. Finally Bella speaks.
"Well? Are you going to tell me your story Jasper?"
Another difference, the Bella I had once known was never this straight forward and blunt. It's almost like she's a brunette version of Rosalie, and that's a disturbing thought.
"Tell me what you heard about me first."
Two can play the blunt game. Bella smirks, smirks, at me.
"Long version or the clip notes?"
"Lady's pick."
I watch her lean back in the couch, one leg crossed over the other and a shoulder resting on the back of the couch. She looked relaxed but also damn seductive. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Very well. Not long after my transformation, my newly made friends were interested in how I knew about vampires already. I told them, a little too easy to have identified all of you with that little diet of yours. Or your former diet shall we say, so I named names but when I came to you Jasper-"
Shit, the sexiest pout I've ever seen forms on her lips. A playful glint in her eye, why the fuck am I worrying about the wrong god damn thing here? Who the hell are these new found friends of hers? Why hasn't anyone, like the Volturi, come knocking on our damn doors looking for our heads?
"-Ooh, were they interested." Don't judge me but that sound went straight to the General. "Well, they started asking more questions, but when I told them that I didn't know anything about you well, let's just say they were more than willing to provide me with the stories they'd heard about you. You are a very bad boy, aren't you?"
I try, oh how do I try, to mentally shake the current thoughts from my mind. But it isn't working, so instead of thinking of something sane like say 'what the hell did those vampires tell her?', my thoughts are more along the lines of 'I'm a very bad boy, please punish me Mistress.' I need a cold shower. To hell with it, I'm in need of a damn blizzard to cool my shit off.
"Jasper. You're projecting."
Crap. Had I been human with this ability, yeah I would have died from the amount of blood that'd go straight to my brain. Yes, I mean my actual brain not that one. Though I dare say that way would have killed me too.
"Sorry."
I lower my head. God, I've never felt so ashamed of myself. Why the hell do I keep losing control of my gift? Hell, why am I having these thoughts? She's Bella; the girl was practically my sister and here I am sticking my tongue down her throat outside after a fresh kill, and now as I stare at this coffee table I can't help but imagine taking her on it.
"So," Bella's voice breaks through my very bad fantasies. "The short version is that you were turned by some whack job named Maria and you became a ruthless heartless son of a bitch."
I smirk.
"That's pretty much it, course minus those that were actually there, the rest of the vampire world believe they know everything that I did."
Eddie boy and Alice especially. They didn't know shit, seeing it through either visions or reading my mind is only half the story. To live it, feel it especially the way that I do. No. None of them know the truth, with the exception of Peter, Charlotte and Maria herself. It is because of the shit I did that the crazy bitch actually grew some sense and has become too terrified to even attempt to go fucking with me. Bella leans in, her arms draping themselves over her legs and damn it if it didn't cause my eyes to drop ever so slightly.
"Tell me."
I search her feelings; there isn't a single ounce of hesitation, of uncertainty. This, out of everything that I have determined so far, scares the shit out of me the most.
"No."
Bella's eyes flash in annoyance.
"Why?"
"Why Bella? I'll tell you why. You are not the girl I remember that's why." 'When did I get on my feet?' "Because the things I've done will change you even more than you already have, and you're too innocent and pure to know the dark unforgivable shit I've pulled."
Her anger hit's me like a bulldozer, and yes I know what that's like. Let's just say that Emmett was bored one day, you can pretty much figure out the rest. Bella is on her feet too now, eyes showing her anger.
"Too innocent and pure? Let me tell you something, you southern dick, I haven't been either of those things since you're fucking brother left me!"
I freeze.
"What you think what was reported on the news is the worst of it? BULLSHIT! That's just what got the attention of the police! I may not have done anything illegal but I brought fucking KILLERS to my father's door and it wasn't like I could TELL HIM!"
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit. She's right, and if I'm honest with myself, that was long before we left. To Bella, especially back when I had first met her, she was all about truth and I knew she loathed it when Eddie boy and Alice kept things from her. For her own good.
"Furthermore, in case it failed your very good eyesight, I feed from HUMANS, you dipshit. So shove your fucking double standards up your ass, you know I stayed around for two reasons tonight. Not only did I miss you Jasper but I was actually hoping you'd help me make Eddie boy's eternity a living hell! Guess I was wrong, because you're just like him, deciding what is BEST FOR ME AND TREATING ME LIKE ACHILD!"
Oh hell no. Bella goes to run out of my home, but I manage to catch her, the result being a big fucking dent in my damn wood flooring. Shit. It's a pain in the ass having to fix things. Cause, the dent in my fall is nothing, not when the next thing I am aware of is that Bella has thrown me across the entire length of my damn house. Taking down three walls in the process. A growl rips through my chest, she better not think she's getting away with that.
I quickly dig myself free of the rubble, looking up I find that Bella's already left the house. Fine, little girl wants to be chased by me, she'll fucking get chased. She's pissing me the hell off.
Bolting after her, it doesn't take me long to find her scent, her sweet seductive scent and give chase. It's five minutes before I can see her as well as smell her, but what confuses me is that she is doubled over. Leaning against a tree, hand to her chest. What the hell? I'd put more thought into it, but I'm too pissed I close the rest of the distance quickly enough, Bella's head snaps up at the sound of my arrival. Her eyes, now an onyx black, narrow to show the anger I'm already feeling from her. But there is something else too.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?"
Was she fucking nuts too now?
"ME? I DID SHIT TO YOU ISABELLA! IF YOU REMEMBER CORRECTLY, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TOSSED MY ASS THROUGH THREE OF MY GOD DAMN WALLS!"
Why was I yelling again? Oh, bitch pissed me the hell off. She's lucky she's not dealing with the 'me' that fought in the Southern Wars because then she would know pain.
"BULLSHIT! YOU DID SOMETHING AND SEEING AS HOW YOUR MEMORY SUCKS ROYALLY, HOW ABOUT I REMIND YOU THAT YOU TACKLED ME!"
Oh, that's it. God the she-devil bitch is really messing with me. One minute I want her bent over my coffee table, the next I want to bite the hell out of her. Moving at my natural speed, I stand in front of her, and all my common sense seems to have checked out as I take hold of her by the tops of her arms and slams her into the tree. The sounds of it partially breaking echoes in the air.
"I tackled you because there is no way in hell that I am going to lose you again." My voice was so calm that it was actually scaring me, the level and strength of emotions that are flowing through me are things I have only felt when I'm...I suddenly realize what the hell has been going on with me. Bella is my mate, and I am hers, but why didn't I know this when she was human?
Deciding to think about that later, and have a very long discussion with Peter. For now, I have to make it clear to Bella that I will not leave her or lose her, without freaking her out. Easing my hold on her arms, but still making sure that she can't escape easily, I feel the anger I was on the verge of being clouded by leave.
"Bella, I haven't stopped thinking about you since we left, and I know that I should have come back to Forks before everything happened. But I let my fear of your hatred of me stop me. Stupid, I know, but what can I say? I spent a couple of decades in the presence of a dumbass mind reader, and I think the stupidity rubbed off."
Humour spikes in Bella, but she doesn't show it. Either she is still angry or is suppressing really well.
"You tracked me down didn't you?"
"Yes. With the help of a friend of mine."
Now who is this mystery friend? I feel jealousy seep in, whoever it is best not have gotten physical with my mate in any way.
"Well, now that you have tracked me down Bella, I'm not about to let you go and I'm not about to leave you. Except maybe for a solo hunt, or Emmett wanting to safely talk about sex without Rosalie beating the shit out of him."
Her humour increases a little more.
"Why don't we go back to the house and talk more there?" It takes a surprising amount of effort to keep my voice from quivering as I ask her.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
"OK."
Letting go of her arms I take a step back before offering her my own arm. With a cautious look to me, why she is looking at me like that I don't know, Bella links her arm with mine and we take a steady walk back to my home. Hopefully Emmett and Rose will arrive, and we can find out what the hell has happened to Bella.
A/N: Here you go ladies and gentlemen, thanks again to my Beta Reader Fairendale and to everyone whose following and reviewing.