Chapter 25 All Coming Together

BPOV

Rosalie was a God send. Her therapist recommended someone with experience dealing with stalkers, she had worked extensively with prisoners and would be well suited to offer Jacob help. I had texted the number to him and all I could do was hope that he would get the help he needed. I received a text back thanking me and letting me know that he had called and made an appointment. I didn't know whether to believe that or not, but it really wasn't my problem, I had done what I could. I would not have any contact with him again.

Jasper was busy preparing for the upcoming summer semester and I was too far behind on studying; we treated the days as a typical work day and remained in our respective spaces focusing on getting done what we needed to. I still needed to study most evenings to catch up and finish out the year. My professors were scheduling daily time with me now to grill me on the cases we were covering in class and I wished I was actually attending; it would have been easier than the one on one I was now forced to do. It seems the expectations are much higher when you were not in a group setting.

Peter and Char had both returned to their normal routines as well and the house was quiet. I found I loved that Irina handled the cooking and we typically all ate dinner together. It gave me a break from the kitchen and allowed me more time to focus on studying. By the time Friday rolled around I was feeling much better about the way that things were working out. The four of us sat around and enjoyed movie night. All in all the low key week had been just what we all needed. At last, there was no drama.

Dimitri confirmed that Jacob did indeed visit the therapist, and that made me feel better. Mary was moving on to another case, there really wasn't any need for her to stick around, I wasn't there and Jacob was aware of that. She had become a friend through the whole ordeal and I was happy to have gotten to know her. Felix was sticking around for awhile longer and Dimitri was continuing to follow Jacob.

Mike was back to staying at his own apartment now as was Steve. Rose and Emmett continued to spend time at my place. I think they were starting to adjust to being there, which was fine with me. As far as I was concerned, it was their home now, I would really only be back briefly.

On Thursday Peter's voice came blaring through the wall speaker around lunch time, demanding that Jasper and I get our 'asses' down to the kitchen. It was the first time I had heard the intrusive metal on the wall since we had been back home. I finished the sentence that I was writing and met Jasper at his office door and we walked hand in hand to the kitchen after shrugging our shoulders indicating we had no idea what was up. Tyler was standing in the kitchen with Peter when we arrived.

"Good news." Peter smiled at us as we all took a seat around the table.

"What's up?" Jasper looked between Peter and Tyler questioning with his eyes.

"We got the house," Peter announced.

"Really, we really go it, it is really ours?" I was so excited I was bouncing in my chair and Jasper was leaning over to hug me.

"Yep, all settled, we close next month." Tyler smiled brightly at both of us.

"Oh thank you both, thank you Jasper." I was hugging Jasper across the chair when he pulled me into his lap.

"Oh darlin' I am so excited, thank you for agreeing to it." He kissed me sweetly and rested his forehead against mine.

"So when are you guys going to move in?" Tyler asked.

"Well, we need to buy furniture and move some stuff from Bella's and I think we should have everything painted before we move in, it'll be easier than once it is furnished. Bella needs to concentrate on school the next few weeks, so we can't even start shopping and deciding on things until then. Bella how long between finals and the start of your bar review course?"

Jasper was strategizing, I loved it when he got like this; it was so hot to see his mind working a mile a minute.

"Three weeks, we could do some furniture shopping then, arrange for the movers and painters, maybe we could move in just before my classes start in June."

"Maybe we should paint the guest house right away and we can stay there while the house is being finished."

"Perfect Jasper, I was thinking we could put the furniture from my house in the guest house, it will fit perfectly there, but not really in the house itself."

"Yeah, that is perfect, we can have the painters start on the guest house as soon as we close and the movers bring your furniture as soon as the painters are done. That gives them a week to be done in the guest house. It will be done by the time I need to be there."

"Oh Jasper, that is too perfect." I kissed him again.

"Are you guys taking anything from here?" Peter asked.

"We don't think so; we thought we should leave our bedroom the way it is for when we come here. I might take some stuff from my office and a few things of Mom and Dad's just to have with me, but you and I can discuss that." Jasper was as excited as I was.

"You have to take the picture of Great Uncle Jasper, it belongs with you," Peter was insistent.

"Yes, I would like to have that with me," Jasper responded with deep emotion in his eyes.

"I have to call Char, we need your help shopping and decorating. You guys should at the very least decide on what you want for your room," I said.

"Do I get to pick out the shit for my room?" Tyler asked teasing me.

"Sorry, I 'm excited." I blushed.

I didn't miss the fact that Jasper would have to be in Palo before I could leave Seattle. I was not looking forward to being apart even if it was just a week or two. I did need to get some things organized at my house and go through what I wanted to keep and what I wanted to get rid of. We were going to be buying most stuff new, but things like the kitchen stuff would be moving, maybe I'd use that to outfit the guest house kitchen and just buy new for our kitchen. I had so much to do, finals, packing, moving, decorating and shopping for the new house, planning a wedding, studying for the bar. SHIT.

The following week, we started talking about wedding plans. The more we talked about it the more I realized that the planning was going to consume an enormous amount of time. I really wasn't going to be able to focus on studying for the bar and planning a wedding and decorating the house unless we did it small.

"Bella, what do you want? I want you to be really happy with the day; I want it to be perfect for us, everything you want it to be. If you want to go away, we can do that, if you want to have it here we can do that, we can have it at the ranch or if you want we can have it at the new place."

"I think we should consider the guest list, I mean if we have it in Texas fewer people have to travel and I don't really want you or Peter flying just before the wedding and being all stressed out. I want both of you to be completely relaxed and not worrying. I think this may be difficult on all of us."

"What do you mean, difficult?"

"Well, I guess as a little girl I probably dreamt of my wedding a lot more than you did as a boy. I don't think boys are as enchanted by the whole thing as girls are, I mean the big white dress and the perfect flowers and all that."

"No, I can't say the wedding itself was ever a big source of my daydreams." Jasper made a ridiculous face wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yeah, OK, so you were a perv at seven, I get it. Seriously, when I dreamt of my wedding it's just that I always imagined Charlie walking me down the aisle, Renee crying in the front pew. It just seems so strange to be getting married and they won't be there, no Charlie giving me away, no Renee trying to insist I do things a certain way, helping me with my dress. I'm sure it will be hard for you too, not having your parents there."

"It will be, and I had been wondering how to ask you how you felt about that, not having your dad to give you away." Jasper put his arms around me and pulled me close.

"I just don't know, I want to marry you more than anything and I know it will be the happiest day of my life, but I know that on some levels it will be very sad and it will be difficult. I will probably be grinning like a fool one minute and crying the next."

"Would it make it easier if we did something less traditional? No big walk down an aisle in a virginal white dress. I always thought the idea of the father giving away his daughter was a bit too much like a property transfer anyway."

"You know that that is exactly what it was originally." I smirked at him.

"History professor, duh!" He rolled his eyes at me.

"Didn't know you were so well read on the history of matrimony." The mocking rolled off my tongue.

"Baby, there's a lot you still don't know." Jasper teasingly ran his fingers down my side causing me to shiver in response to the sensuous touch of his fingertips ghosting over the sliver of skin between my tank and pants.

"Hmm, you don't say?" I pushed my chest into his, nuzzling his neck and chin.

"I can't wait for the rest of our lives together to share it all." Jasper's hands slid up my back, caressing my neck.

"You know, white isn't really my color, maybe we don't have to do the traditional thing."

"That would be fine with me, I don't really like the whole tux idea all that much either, I'll wear one if you want but it wouldn't be my first choice."

"OK, what about the ceremony, I really don't need religious unless you need that."

"No, no religion, just a civil ceremony works for me."

"Well, so, here at the ranch, a civil ceremony, no formal wear, now we are getting somewhere."

"You just can't wear a bikini or some shit, I won't be able to stop myself from taking you right in front of our guests."

"I hear that is a tradition in some cultures." I winked at Jasper, giggling.

Jasper growled, he actually growled. I laughed so damn hard I thought my sides were going to split. By the time I stopped laughing the conversation was over, Jasper was tearing my clothes off and pushing me down on the bed.

Jasper took his time showing me what he would like to do to me in front of our guests. The man is a damn pervert and I love it.

The next couple weeks had settled into a routine. We each set about attending to our own responsibilities. We still had dinner together, the four of us, most nights. We talked a lot about the weddings we all wanted over dinners and decided on a double wedding at the ranch. It turned out that Peter and Char were no more interested in a traditional wedding than we were. Char was able to handle a lot of the planning which took a lot of the pressure off of my shoulders. Irina helped Char with logistics and would help us on the big day, like an older sister would.

Rose called me from work one day.

"Bella, Emmett and I ran into Jacob last night. We were out for dinner and Bella, Jacob was at the same restaurant and he was on a date. He came over to us while she was using the ladies room and apologized Bella, he seemed contrite, genuine. He didn't linger he just said how sorry he was and how embarrassed and hoped we would forgive him. He and the girl seemed happy."

"That's great Rose, I hope he moves on and can be happy."

"Yeah, I feel kind of bad for him, I'm not sure he ever stood a chance," Rose lamented.

"Well, it looks like he is getting the help he needs, Dimitri said that he is seeing the therapist three times a week right now, so I'm sure things will improve for him."

When I asked Rose about wedding plans she went into a bit of a panic about never having a wedding and before we were off the phone the double wedding had turned into a triple.

Char and Peter were absolutely obliging and the weekend was turning into one big ceremony of love. Rose was more than happy to hand over the reins to Char to plan the perfect ceremony and celebration. Char was truly in her element; after all planning events was her forte.

Rose was just as happy to forgo the big formal affair too. Finally, she admitted that was what was causing her so much consternation in planning the wedding in the first place, it just didn't fit with who she was now, but it was the only way she knew.

JBPOV

That self righteous, little, fucking, bitch; who the hell does she think she is, telling me to get help? She has no idea the kind of dog she is messing with here. I'll get help alright, not the kind of help she envisioned though. The little bitch honestly doesn't know that she belongs to me now, she is mine, her ass is mine, her mind is mine, and every breath she continues to take is because I have allowed it. She can play house with that little rich fuck, Whitlock, for now, but it will be my name she is screaming through her orgasms soon enough.

The morons she has surrounding her, attempting to protect her, are an inept bunch of idiots. Were they really that stupid? The only one with any skills at all was the one following me, Dimitri; he was actually pretty good. No match for me, but he dug up the crap I left for him to find, easily enough. He was becoming a pain in the ass at times though, especially on my last trip to the Res.

I had to sneak out the back of the diner and run through the woods clear across town to get to that stupid little bitch still carrying a vendetta against Bella for catching Edward's eye all those years ago. You'd think she would have given up on that once he'd fucked her or at the very least once Cullen dumped Bella in those woods behind her house.

Stupid fool he was, he was going to go back and tell Bella the truth the next day. I couldn't have that, not after all I went through to set him up in the first place. It had worked like a charm too, the damn fool actually loved Bella, but I made sure I had all the evidence I needed to blackmail him and destroy the source of his happiness at the same time. Forcing him to sleep with several of the girls in their class, especially the vindictive little bitch I was now running to meet was the most rewarding; watching him do it, taping him while he seethed with murderous rage at me, hidden in his closet, hmm, so gratifying. He delivered his lines perfectly, 'Bella was the bad guy, Bella was the one that thought she was better than everyone' and they all fell for it. The whole school would help sell the story of his betrayal. Hell, it was his own fault; if he hadn't been being so overprotective of her in the first place I never would have taken notice of her. I never would have decided that she was mine or that destroying what he held dearest, her, would be my final revenge. The fact that he himself delivered the damning lies that would isolate her after he was gone, truly my best work.

So Dimitri never even knew that I had snuck out the back and was now armed with even more information about what happened after Edward disappeared. I had been annoyed for years that I had been forced to go into hiding longer than I had wanted to in order to be safe and didn't have the information I needed firsthand. When I walked back out the front door a little over an hour later, the 'would be tracker' was still sitting in his car across the lot.

Did they really not know that I knew everything they did? Did they honestly believe I fell for the body double crap? The body double was pretty hot though, I even thought about just taking her and pretending she was Bella. I'm sure her smokin' body would be just as pliable a putty for my hands to sculpt. I could teach her all the things I planned to teach Bella, all the things I taught Cullen's sister all those years ago. Hell, maybe I would do just that, forget about pretending she was Bella, I could take her and use her for a practice run. All the sick and twisted things I wanted to do to sweet little Bella Swan I could try out on her little decoy. Fuck, she practically begged me to do just that by getting involved in the first place.

I chuckled, thinking that I could probably get the body double to enjoy being chained up, gagged and fucked repeatedly. I'd let my inner dog come out and take her, make her scream through the gag. She'd beg me for more, in time, just like Bella would, just like his sister did. I wouldn't have to worry as much about hurting her, or giving her more than she could take, the way I would with Bella. No, Bella, I wanted in one piece, forever, the ultimate revenge to the precious Cullen family, take the last of its innocence, break her, turn her into a whore and then take her as my plaything. It was just too bad none of them would know it. Oh, I'd tell Bella eventually, what led her to her fate. Before the end, she would know that it was Edward's fault she was here and that she had come to the wrong conclusion that he was just a controlling ass.

The decoy, though, hmm, that could be fun. I could try some of the darker things running through my mind and if it hurt her, killed her, what would I care, at least it would keep Bella safe and with me forever. Maybe I would keep her and force her to pleasure me while Bella watched, or force her to pleasure Bella while I watched. Damn, the possibilities were endless.

It was so easy to plant that tracking device on Bella's car while the body double pretended to run errands. It was almost as easy as planting the bugs in the house that night while Bella slept.

I nearly took her then, when she lay sprawled out across her bed with that ridiculous cell phone open next to her and the scent of her previous round of deviant masturbation still lingering in the air. Stupid bitch didn't even know I was in her house, in her closet, watching the whole thing. It was almost funny when she thought someone had been at her window. Then when the neighbor's guest pulled away, such perfect timing, I couldn't have planned it better myself. I didn't even have to create any of that to fuel her fear. I had front fucking row seats for the whole thing.

The space was completely ready now, cleaned from the years it laid empty. My last run to the reservation stocked it with additional dry goods and gallons of water. There was enough food there to last months if need be. I had to increase the supplies now that this was not going to be as big a mystery. They'd come looking for me the minute she disappeared; I wouldn't be able to come and go as I had originally planned.

The restraints were still solidly cemented into the walls; they would never come out. I took meticulous care in setting the place up; everything we would need for years was there. I loaded up on all of Bella's favorite books, her favorite movies on DVD, a television, no cable or satellite hookup though, no antenna. I couldn't have Bella able to track time by watching local news. I bought plenty of raunchy wear for her, that's all I would be allowing her to wear so clothing would be unnecessary. Clothing did nothing for me, I only wanted to see her dressed for my fantasies, after all she was there to serve me, do as I commanded. I even remembered to think of feminine products and birth control so that she had everything she would need. I certainly didn't want her getting knocked up and spoiling my fun.

Nobody would ever find us; the reservation was too vast and held too many secrets. The only people who ever knew of its existence, long dead.

The only thing that sucked, I had to get information second hand, now that Bella had gone to stay with Whitlock in Texas. I had to rely on the calls in and out of her house to hear her voice. There was plenty of information flowing by way of the conversations her idiot friends engaged in around her dining table. They actually all stayed there trying to keep up the rouse that Bella was there and they were watching her. They still took shifts. I marveled at their supreme stupidity.

While I sat listening to the tapes I caught a call come in to Rose from Bella. It seems they found a house in California, sounded like Bella was very excited about it. Too bad she would never make the move to California or marry her new love.

He really had thrown a wrench into everything, the little fucker. I waited so long for the perfect time to strike. She had finally grown up a bit and filled out in all the right places, she was a woman, not that frail little girl Cullen fell for. Her self esteem was at an all time low, she had been alone for so long, so devastated over the loss of her first love and that betrayal, followed so closely by her parents' deaths. The first couple years of attempted and failed relationships followed by years of empty one night stands had finally broken her, destroyed her self esteem, and turned her into the whore I promised him I would make her, before I took her for my own.

I remember that I could hardly believe my luck when her asshole drunk of a stepfather wandered into the liquor store when I was there.

"Hey aren't you Bella Swan's stepfather sir?"

"Yes." He looked at me trying to figure out who I was.

"Man, I am so sorry for your loss. I mean poor Bella, first her asshole boyfriend fucks her over, probably gave her some disease, and leaves her and now her mom dies, who is she going to lean on now? I know she really counted on her mom to get her through all the shit she was going through. Too bad Bella couldn't be there for her mom, ya' know? Anyway, really sorry man."

The dumb fuck just looked at me with the stupidest expression. He was livid with Bella all right. I heard him mumble "that little spoiled bitch" on his way out the door.

Her father was even easier, Chief of Police, what a joke. His schedule could keep your watch accurate to a ten millionth of a second. Every Saturday morning, five am, fishing. Every night, the diner for supper and home to watch sports with his Vitamin R. He was so worn down in his own unrequited love for his whore of an ex-wife and his silly little daughter's heartbreak that he rarely ever brought back up on a call. It was so easy to shoot him and leave him for dead without ever worrying about getting caught.

Now, just when she had finally given up on everything and had so fully resolved herself to her plan of never caring so she never hurt, just when she was so clearly content with one night stands, he comes along and messes up my years of meticulous planning. Of all the luck, it turns out I was only a couple weeks too late. If I had only walked into that club before she met him, she would have left with me no questions asked and all this would be so much easier.

Well, I could be flexible, I have proven that. I had to improvise when she didn't leave with me that first night as I had expected her to. The only difference now, when I took her, someone would know where to come looking. I would have to stay in hiding with her. Unless.... Yes, brilliant. She gave me the way out. I would go talk to that therapist, convince them that I was over her, I'd have to stay away from here on out, but at least I'd still have access to all the conversations. I'd have to get rid of all the evidence, "clean" my place of anything that would send them in the right direction. I would apologize to her and thank her for the therapist's name. It wouldn't take long to convince them I was no longer a threat. I would even find a girl to establish a healthy relationship with. We would "run" into her friends in public, they would see me moving on and stable. The woman could show that I was great to her, never abusive or threatening. It shouldn't take long. Hell I have been living a lie my entire life, this would be easy.