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Chapter Seven

JPOV

I'm lucky it was an overcast day because the airport was packed. I sat in my truck for a minute, thinking of different places I could go. California wasn't even practical; it was way too sunny. I didn't want to stay in any part of the Olympic Peninsula. The east coast was too busy for me, and I didn't like much snow so anywhere near the middle east or mountains was out of the question. I knew where I wanted to- no, where I needed to go, but I didn't know if it was even possible. The only place on my mind was Texas.

Texas was my home, I missed it dearly. I could still taste the warm summer air, still feel the heat of the sun's rays on my bare back as I plowed the fields with my father. I grew up a country boy, my baby hands callousing over the years from the summers of hard labor. I lied about my age when I was seventeen so I could join the Confederate Army, and the rest is history. I didn't know what the weather patterns were like in Texas anymore. I knew I would not be able to stay in anywhere extremely sunny, but I needed some heat in my life after decades of rain and cold. The Cullen's tended to stay in cloudy, dreary places to remain inconspicuous. I spent all of my human life in Texas. I needed the heat, and I knew how to stay "under the radar". So, I guess Texas it was. I called in to the airport to book a flight. They next one they had to Texas was leaving in about two hours. It takes at least an hour to get through checking and get on the plane, so I figured this would work out just fine.

I got out of my truck and grabbed my luggage, pretending to struggle with the largest suitcase for the humans that were watching me. A group of teenage girls walked by and stared at me, giggling to each other. I just smiled at them and laughed, making them all daze and blush. "Are you guys looking for something?" I called after them in my southern accent, curious to see how they would respond.

"A good time," the tallest one answered. She must have been the bravest, too, because none of the girls were surprised that she had said something. They all stopped walking and looked back.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there. You see, this is Forks, Washington. There's no such thing as having a good time here, ma'am," I smiled. They all started giggling again. Yeah, that was going to get old, and soon. "Well, if you're not willing to help us out with trying, we'd best be on our way," the girl said.

"Well, I sure am sorry I couldn't help you," I said, holding up my left hand. My ring finger always had a ring on it. "I don't reckon my wife would like that very much." I hoped they believed my excuse.

She shrugged. "Oh, well," she said, before walking away. I shook my head and as soon as they were out of sight, I took off the ring and crushed it in my hand, releasing the dust and metal particles to fly everywhere. I didn't want any reminder of my time with the Cullens. I couldn't handle that just yet.

I picked up my luggage off the ground and carried it inside. After checking in and waiting 30 minutes or so, they announced my plane to be boarding. I got on the plane as fast as I could, and before I knew it I was listening to my iPod, on my way back to Texas.

I didn't know what to think when I stepped off the plane. The sun was shining brightly and the heat radiating towards Texas was immensely satisfying. I closed my eyes and inhaled the warm, humid air and let out a sigh. I was home at last. My skin was covered, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me sparkle. Excuse my language, but in my opinion, guys sparkling was so gay. No, I don't mean 'gay' in an insulting way. I mean, it makes me look extremely homosexual, and while there is nothing wrong with that, I don't like guys in that way.

I checked out of the airport and headed to a car dealership across the street. I had a car waiting on me, something I'd been holding here for years just in case I ever came back to Texas; a 1954 Cadillac Eureka 3-Way Landau Hearse. It was my baby. I found it back in the early 60s, and I fell in love with it. It was black, outlined in chrome. The inside was made of pure leather, except for in the back where they would usually put the coffin; everything was covered in three inches of soft, velvety black carpet. It was extremely comfortable to lay on, if I do say so myself. The owner of the dealership was surprised to see me. It was owned by a different man when I first asked them to keep the car, but I guess my name was passed down through the different bosses and owners because he knew who I was. The car cost over $250,000, but it was so worth it.

I put my things in the back and drove off, feeling a bit more confident behind the wheel of this collector's item. I quickly found the highest-ranked hotel in the city and checked in. I put all of my things away and was just about to flop down on the bed to watch 'The Big Bang Theory' when my cell phone rang. It was Alice.

I really didn't want to pick up, but I had this feeling in my gut that told me I needed to hear what she had to say.

"What?" I answered with an attitude. It was quiet for a minute, and I assumed she was in the middle of a vision. Normally, Alice wouldn't have an opportunity to talk and not take advantage of it.

Finally, she spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Her name is Alexandria, she prefers Alex. Just hold her, Jasper, and don't ever let her go." I heard the call disconnect and I stood there, stunned at the conversation that had just went on. I had half a mind to call her back and ask her what the hell that was about, but I got that same feeling in my stomach that I had telling me to pick up the phone, and that feeling was saying that calling back wasn't going to help. I doubt Alice was going to tell me, anyway. And why, all of a sudden, could she have visions of me?

"Room service!" A woman called from the door. I let her in and left as she was cleaning, although there was not much to clean since I had just checked in. I was starting to feel the burning in the back of my throat again. Although I had just hunted yesterday, I had been around humans more than I was used to so I didn't want the thirst to get the best of me. I got to my car and drove to the nearest wildlife reservation, hoping I could find some good elk or even a small bear. I was out of my car and on the hunt in a second, the fragrance of a large, angry grizzly passing under my nose and igniting my senses. The Major came alive within me. When my bloodlust got the best of me, the Major came out and took over my body and mind. He growled at me for waiting so long to hunt when I was around so many humans. I snapped back at him, but I knew it was of no use. He was here, and he wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted; blood.

I was quickly on the trail of the bear, stalking it quietly from afar while calculating my attack. It was a male, a little over seven foot, maybe 350 lbs. He seemed to be hungry. Oh, this would be too easy. He was already riled up because of his appetite, and I knew he wouldn't hesitate to try and make me his mid-day snack. I tiptoed up behind him, trying to make him believe I didn't know what I was doing. He spun around and I tackled him, surprising him with my abnormal strength. I wrestled the furious bear for a few minutes, letting him think he had the upper hand once or twice, before finally finishing him off. My teeth sank into his thick skin and I sighed as the warm liquid flowed in my mouth. Humans were so much better, but I'd settle for what I could get.

After drinking my fill, I tossed the large carcass over to the side and ran back o my car at vampire speed. Looking down at my shirt, I checked to make sure that I hadn't spilled any of my meal, which I hadn't. For the third time that day, I got a feeling in my stomach that I couldn't explain. This one was telling me to drive to the street that I first met Maria. You know what I did at first? I told that feeling it was fucking crazy. No way in hell did I want to go down the street I met my first love, my creator. She was the woman who changed me when I was only twenty. I was riding down a street one night on my horse, still in my Major uniform for the Confederate Army, when I met her. There were three beautiful women standing on the side of the road, and me, being the proper gentleman I was, couldn't possible let them stand there all alone in the middle of the night. I struck up a conversation with them, basically finding out if they were okay and what they were doing. They whispered among themselves, something about 'Maria having to be the one to do it'. I was a bit confused, but before I knew what happened, the middle one, who I now know was Maria, attacked me. I woke up a vampire, with no clue where I was at, a burning in the back of my throat, and a strong desire to kill.

Knowing all of this, although it was more than a hundred years ago, would have definitely been a deal breaker any other time, but I just couldn't resist the tugging feeling in the pit of my stomach to go there, and I knew I had to go there now. I sped out of the parking lot and towards the road I hadn't traveled on for decades. I was lucky it wasn't more than fifteen minutes away, even though it was in the back-roads of the countryside. I sped on the dirt roads and the darkness engulfed me but I didn't even register the lack of sunlight; my perfect didn't see day and night with any difference. I knew when and where to turn, when to take a shortcut, and when to slow down. I don't know how I knew, but I just did. I had the window rolled down and it was raining, so the rain splashed in through the window and covered me. However, not even the rain could cover up the smell of vampires getting stronger and stronger as I continued down the never-ending dirt road. I slammed the breaks as I came across the sight in front of me; a young girl, maybe in her late teens, with three blood-thirsty vampires bent over her. They looked up when they heard me coming and smiled, sensing that it was another vampire coming to join them. I got out of the car and ran over to them, sending them so much fear I, myself, was starting to freak out. They ran away and I walked up to the young girl who was laying on the muddy ground, crying.

"Are you Alexandria?" I asked.

Author's Note!

Hey, everyone! Thank you so much for reading! I know everyone asks this, but please review. It won't take long, and I don't care what it says as long as you tell me what you're honestly thinking of the story. I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism. Also, I know I haven't been updating as much lately and I'm so sorry, but I'm a freshman in high school and I don't have a lot of time to write. I do what I can, though! (:

I'll be working on Chapter 8 and posting in no time, so stay tuned!

Thank you so much, everyone.

With much love,

MichelleMassacre.

Xoxoxo.

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