Jasper: C'mon kitten, say it.
Peter: Jasper right darlin' you should say it.
Me: Oh fine. I don't own Twilight or Holy Water by: Big and Rich nor do I own Jasper by: Nicole Chittle.
Laurie POV
"Now Bella, two men will come to pick you up and take you home. Promise me you won't mess this one up." Mrs. Love told me, she was most likely remembering the three families before this one. My name is Annabelle Laurel-Maria McCarty-Whitlock and I am an orphan with no family to speak of, well, except my friends, but that's different.
"I promise." I told her.
"Good. Now, Bella, I'm gonna go wait for 'em." With that she walked away and I sighed. I hated the name Bella, I only aloud people who didn't know me too well to call me that. I knew she meant well, but still… My thoughts ended as I was pulled into a vision.
I was sitting and talking with three boys, I knew automatically that two of them were my new guardians and the other was literally the man from my dreams, my mate. I also knew that my two new guardians were my ancestors, Mr. Emmett Dale McCarty and Major Jasper Whitlock. They were vampires. The other, my mate was Captain Peter Whitlock. He was beautiful in every way and was a vampire, too.
I shrugged and decided to practice the new song I had just written. I was halfway through the song when I sensed three vampires standing outside my door like morons. "Well, don't just stand there like a bunch idiots, though you most likely are, doesn't mean you have to act like one!" I told them. Then I mumbled to myself, "Stupid vamp males! Think just because they're vamps they can be stuck up bitches. If they knew I was a descendent of the greatly feared Major Jasper Whitlock of the Southern wars and that I was a McCarty they would not act so." As soon as I finished that last sentence they walked in. As soon as I saw them I regretted my words, I would not have said them had I known who they were.
They stood there a few moments taking in my room. It had very little in it, I had made sure of that, it was a soldier's room and I had been trained by my mother and my aunt to be like that. When staying in other places other than either McCarty or the Whitlock homes I pack lightly. Was a keeper, I was the last, so I was also General Keeper, the top keeper. My mother, when she was alive, was General Keeper. As soon as she died I was General Keeper. Keepers are the people who keep the family secrets, they are only the women and they have special abilities. I could see the past and the future; control every element known to man, read and project thoughts and many other things. The General Keeper, also known as the General, my lady, or the mistress, was very powerful. Only two families that I knew of had them and they were the McCarty and the Whitlock families.
I was shaken out of my reverie by Major Whitlock saying, "Hello miss, we're here to take ya home." I could tell he was pushing every ounce of southern charm he had into it. All of a sudden I felt huge cold arms surround me, thinking on instinct I kneed him in a very sensitive spot. As soon as I was free I whipped out my knife and had him on the floor with my knife to his throat.
I knew that I looked absolutely feral before I realized what I'd done. When I did I whispered, "Fuck, I'm sorry." And I backed away. I knew there was fear in my eyes as I glanced at them. Mr. McCarty and Major Whitlock's eyes were even softer than before and I think I even saw pride in both of their eyes. In my mate's eyes I saw pain, love and agony. He was most likely fighting the urge to comfort me.
As Mr. McCarty stood up I slowly approached him. "Did I hurt you, Mr. McCarty?" I asked.
"Naw, I'm fine I shouldn't have rushed up on you like that." He told me and he flashed me a little smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I am not used to men coming up like that. Well, not ones I don't know, though you do smell like someone I once knew… never mind. So where exactly is home, Major Whitlock?"
"The Whitlock ranch, but please, call me Jasper, him Peter and him Emmett." Jasper told me and my heart soared.
"So you're veggiepires and my ancestors? Well except you Peter." I savored his name on my lips.
"Yes and yes, miss." Peter said. He smiled at me and I smile shyly back.
"Please call me Anna, Annie, Laurel, Laurie, Whitty or Belle. But never ever call Maria or Mari." I shuddered as I remembered whore Maria. Quickly I snapped myself out of those thoughts, I realized that we were all still standing up and I gestured for them to sit down somewhere. Jasper sat at my desk, Emmett sat on the floor and Peter and I sat on the bed. As he sat next to me I released tension I didn't even know I was holding.
We sat there a while waiting for Mrs. Love to come to get the last of the paper work done. Then my stomach rumbled signaling to me it was time to eat. I stood and looked around; I decided that Mrs. Love wouldn't mind me getting something to eat and it was 11:00, I always ate lunch early with my friends.
"I'm gonna go get lunch, y'all comin'?" I asked them. They nodded and stood up to follow me. We walked to the cafeteria and saw my friends all sitting at our usual table. I had been there for almost a year and I knew that even though my friends were happy for me they were sad to see me go. But I had promised to keep in touch and visit when I could. I got a chicken club, fries and a fruit punch Arnold Palmer.
"Who are they?" Ellen asked me in French.
"Peter Whitlock not biological, and Emmett McCarty and Major Jasper Whitlock both biological." I replied in French.
"Oh… Are they…?" Ellen asked and I nodded. She knew they were here to take me away, she also knew what my relationships with them were.
"Are you sure you can trust them? They are vampires." Sarah asked.
"Sarah, they are my family. I promised Mrs. Love that I wouldn't fuck this one up. I'm a Whitlock and a McCarty, we keep our promises. Why my mama'd have my hide if I ever broke one like this!" I said in English. Just then I caught wind of my mate's thoughts. He was wondering why we were speaking French. "We often speak French or Pidgin, and mixture of French and English. Or we speak Latin or some other language not many others know here." I told them. They seemed very surprised at this. I grinned at them. "Emmett, I'm impressed you do a great impression of a fish! I must get my good looks, military mind, finesse, charisma, AND my composure from Jasper!" everybody except Emmett laughed at this; he looked a little down at this.
"Ah, don't worry she get her strength, her love of Tennessee, and warmth from you. Though she gets her flirtation, dirty jokes, looks, and charm from both of you." John said with a grin.
I blushed and said, "You were known for that, though. Flirtation comes in handy a lot as looks and charm. Though looks can be both a blessin' and a curse, mind you." I shuddered at this and John and the vamps growled. Though after they stopped growling Jasper and Emmett looked proud. "I also get my temper from Jasper as well, it is said I have alter egos, nice one and a bitch one. Lots of people would call me Major and said that my temper was two times as worse as the Major himself." Everybody in the room winced at this. No one liked my temper, and I'll reckon that Emmett and Peter didn't like Jasper's either and they were scared to see mine. I could tell Jasper was, too.
John started to pull out the wine glasses we used for special occasions. "Since you're leaving you must have one more meal with us." With that he took out an Italian soda bottle, the kind that looks like wine and poured some in each glass. Then he put the bottle in his backpack. "Ut vitae!" we all said. It meant to life in Latin. We were having a grand time when Mrs. Love came in.
"Are you drinkin' wine!" she asked.
"No ma'am, just Italian soda. I promise you, wine has ever passed my virgin lips and I can say the same for my friends." I told her putting my charm on.
"Very well, I'll send George to your room in fifteen minutes." After that she quickly walked away.
"Do you have any idea what you just said lil' missy?" Jasper asked me.
"'Course I do! Why the heck do you think I said it?" I grinned at him after saying this. He and Emmett beamed at me.
"I thought you said that you had had alcohol before?" Charlie asked.
"I've had whiskey to dull pain before, but never wine. I said that wine had never passed my virgin lips before, not whiskey."
"Oh."
"So I guess this is good-bye?" Ruth Anne said.
"No it ain't Ruthy! I'll keep in touch I promise!" I reassured her as I hugged her. After hugging my friends and giving them a kiss on the cheek I left to meet George at my room. I sent Jasper and Emmett to sign the last of the paper work with Mrs. Love and I had Peter stay with me.
We met George at my bedroom door. George was fourteen and often helped people with things. Like if you needed some help with your chores and he had the time he'd help or if you needed help with your bags whenever you came or went. George was a great guy and was very, very good looking. I had a crush on him.
"Hello George, how are ya doin' sug?" I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. He looked at me with a sad smile.
"Good, I heard ya were leavin' Hells Bells. Tell me it ain't so sug. We need beauties like ya to keep the peace round here." He flirted. I, like an idiot, blushed.
"I fear it's true, doll. I'm gonna miss seein' your sunny face every mornin'. I promise to keep in touch." I flirted back. I felt my mate tense. "Oh, let me introduce ya to my new friend Peter." I made sure that George heard the love when I said Peter's name.
"Oh pleasure meetin' ya. So does milady need help with her bags?"
"No. I got 'em." I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks though, for everything." He had gotten me out of some tough situations.
He blushed and said, "Ah, no need to thank me, I'm just doin' what my ma taught me to." then he kissed me in the cheek and scurried off with a sad expression on my face. Peter looked like he wanted to ask what the hell had just happened, but thankfully he didn't. Without a word he grabbed my biggest bag just as I was about to reach for it.
I smiled shyly and said, "Thanks a lot." And I knew he knew that I wasn't just thanking him for grabbing my bag, but also for not asking about what had happened between me and George earlier.