Thank you for all of your reviews, messages, faves, and alerts. They make me feel all tingly! Eighties movies and a dip in Jasper's jacuzzi pool for all of you. The next few chapters are going to be more lighthearted. After that, we delve into heavier topics as Maria approaches.
This story is AU/OOC.
All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended.
Mature readers 18+ only please.
A/N: Skippy is Felix. That was his nickname when he was a sniper during the Civil War.
Bella's POV
We had arrived home in Manhattan about two weeks ago and I felt completely refreshed. The impromptu visit from Amar and Amrita was exactly what I needed to regroup my brain. I missed both of them so much.
I thought back to my trip to Forks, forgiving Jacob was something that was long overdue and needed to be done. Seeing Rosalie lose control after meeting her singer proved to me that, in the case of supernatural beings, instinct can definitely overpower control. Jacob couldn't control his reaction to seeing two vampires that day, just like Rose couldn't control draining her singer. In Jake's case, Charlie was the one who stepped in front of two vampires in order to protect them. Daddy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and I could no longer blame Jake for his death. That's why I forgave him.
I thought back to the soul reading session with Sush. She told us that in order for us to conquer Maria, we had to be at peace individually and collectively. I had one more thing to do, this one was going to be tougher than dealing with Jacob. I climbed into a taxi and made my way to a place that I never thought I'd ever visit.
I entered the modern, midtown Manhattan office and gave my name to the receptionist. A few minutes later, I was shown into a beautifully designed office. I faced the woman that I hadn't spoken to in over a year and spoke, "Hello, Esme."
"Bella, how can I help you today?"
I decided to just dive into the meat of the matter. "I'm here to make amends. You and I need to make a fresh start. I, for one, admit that I was wrong in thinking that I could exclude you from my life. I can, however, say that I was deeply hurt by your actions and that I needed this time to process my feelings. I can't say that we'll go back to being close friends, but maybe, in time, we can reach a point where we can have a civil friendship of sorts."
"Why, Bella? Why now?"
"Let's just say that I had a cathartic moment. I realized that, like it or not, you're a part of my life. My husband still maintains a relationship with you and so does my brother. Your venom runs through me as well. You were one of those that gave me this vampire existence. I knew that your behavior was caused under extreme emotional duress and that, in many ways, you couldn't help yourself. You convinced yourself that I was sleeping with Carlisle to the point where, in your mind, you thought it was true, so you acted upon that thought. Your mate behaved as a mate should have, he protected you from those that would hurt you. It was purely instinctual. I forgave you both, long ago, but I was still angry. I'm through being angry now. Anger has the ability to conquer you and consume you, I refuse to let that one emotion win. As vampires, we exist forever—that's entirely too long to hold a grudge."
"Oh, Bella. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I behaved the way that I did. Everyone lost faith in me that day and rightfully so. I've been thinking about my actions and, well, reprehensible would be too mild of a word to describe it."
She looked like she wanted to hug me, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I just wanted to let her know that I'd try to rebuild a relationship of sorts with her. She would never, ever be my mother again, but, in time, maybe we could become friends.
"What does Jasper say about all of this?"
"He doesn't make decisions for me, Esme. I think things through for myself and come to my own conclusions. He does the same himself. We don't make decisions for anyone, but ourselves."
"Thank you, Bella. Maybe sometime we can find a time to chat. Perhaps, we can take a walk around Central Park together to start rebuilding our relationship."
"That's fine, Esme. The next month is going to be pretty hectic for me with school beginning again. I know myself enough to say that I have to give myself time to settle into a rhythm before I'm comfortable with my schedule. Perhaps, after that, we can go for a walk."
"That'll be nice. Thank you, Bella."
"You're welcome." With that, I left. I felt lighter than I had felt before. Negative emotions have a way of bogging you down and it was time for me to release them.
I smiled as I walked through the streets of Manhattan. There was a street vendor selling a t-shirt with bleeding vampire fangs on the front that read 'Bite Me' so I bought one for Jasper. He'd get a good laugh out of that.
I continued walking until I reached Argosy Bookstore. They dealt with rare, out of print, and antiquarian books. I browsed the shelves and found something that piqued my interest—a beautiful green, cloth covered first edition of F Scott Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby'. It was in near perfect condition, but the asking price was five thousand dollars.
I ran two fingers over the spine and admired the book. I was contemplating whether or not to purchase it when strong arms wrapped around me from behind and engulfed me in a hug. The voice attached to it quoted from the very book I was admiring. "I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it—overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands."
"Jordan from chapter seven of 'The Great Gatsby.' Hello, Edward, fancy meeting you here."
"Hey sis, I was just seeing if there was anything new here. Oh, and don't buy that. I have two copies, you can have one of mine."
"Why do you have two copies?"
"I thought I'd lost one so I bought a second copy. It turned out that Carlisle had borrowed it. They're both first editions and in way better condition than this one."
"I'll take you up on that offer. Thanks, Edward." I gave him a peck on the cheek. The two of us left the bookstore, hand in hand, and roamed the streets of New York City. Edward and I didn't see each other often anymore because we both had busy schedules, so just hanging out together was a rare treat. This was a random meeting. Apparently, Edward had a business meeting in Manhattan that went better than expected so he decided to just hang out in the city instead of going back to help at the shop—hence, the suit.
"I'm telling you, Bella, hiring Gianna was the greatest thing ever. It gives both me and Mike a little more free time and her sales volume is incredible. The men just flock to her because of her looks and her accent. We still have to share her with Tanya and Amanda, though. They won't give her up because they sell more when Gianna's working too. Everyone trusts Gianna's opinion because she's Italian and they equate Italy with fashion. Come on, I want to show you something."
Edward took me to a rundown pub in the East Village. The sign in front read 'Mc Sorley's Old Ale House—Established 1854.'
"Gee Edward, this place is actually older than you are."
"Yeah, I used to come here during my rebellious years when I hunted humans. It was during Prohibition so they had a backroom where they served ale. They didn't allow women in here until 1970, you know."
"Really? Wow, they were one of the last holdouts, huh?"
"Yeah, their motto was 'Good ale, raw onions, and no ladies.' Anyway, I used to come here, find my prey, follow him out, and lead him to his death."
"Ah...and we're here, why?"
"Nostalgia and because there are certain things in my life that I can only share with you. Amanda is very much a product of this generation."
It was true, Amanda had absolutely no interest in anything from the past. In fact, history and literature were her two least favorite subjects. She liked new and modern things, but it couldn't be helped; when Amanda was transformed, she lost her personal history—she had to relearn everything in a short period of time so whatever she processed was 'in the now,' so to speak.
"Yeah, you're an old fart," I chuckled.
"Hey, I'm trying. I'm much more with the times than when I was dating you."
"Okay, I'll give you that."
"You know, Sushmita's soul reading was eye-opening. I now know that we all have souls, it's what we choose to do with it that determines our futures. Sure, I chose to be judge and jury of the souls of others at one point in my life, but that's because I thought of myself as a soulless monster. I didn't think it was right that murderers and rapists had souls and I didn't. I know better now, even James had a soul, however black it was—Sushmita could read it."
"Yeah, she could. That was some pretty scary stuff she revealed." I thought of the fact that James wanted me for himself. I also thought of the fact that Sushmita and Peter both said that I would have to be the one to destroy Maria. I started sobbing. "I'm terrified, Edward."
Edward pulled me into his arms and let me cry. He ran his fingers through my hair and, after a while, said, "Bella, the old Edward would have told you to run—to not face her, but now I know better. You have to face her and you will. I know you will and you'll defeat her, too, do you know why?"
"Why?"
"You see, I've always known that you were a better person than the rest of us—that your soul was purer than ours. A soul that is pure and whole holds untold powers."
"My soul isn't that pure, I'm a murderer, Edward."
"No, Bella, no...you aren't a murderer. Remember Sushmita said that by killing the man that tried to rape you, you rid the world of a blackened soul. No matter the reason, you saved at least one pure soul, probably more."
"I can't, Edward."
"You can. You're stronger than you know and one more thing—you're mated to the Major. I have no idea what forces of nature brings two mates together, but I can tell you that there has to be a damn good reason why you're mated to the strongest vampire on earth."
He walked me home after that. I went straight upstairs to my room to contemplate our conversation. I heard Edward quietly whispering to Jasper what we had talked about before leaving. Jasper came upstairs and laid on the bed next to me. He spooned me in his arms and silently allowed me to think.
"No matter what Bella, I'll be by your side always," he reassured.
I had no doubt that he would be, just like I would always be by his side—in life and in death.
Seven months later...
Life continued on. Carlisle, Jasper, Felix, and I were attending Columbia. Jasper and Skippy were in all of my classes and it was pissing me off because they were doing better than I was. According to the professors, they brought refreshing points of views to the discussions. Yeah, right, more like archaic viewpoints that appeared refreshing because they were from a century and a half ago.
My relationship with Esme was slowly improving. We met every two weeks and went for a walk in Central Park. Alistair came along the other day, I had to admit that he was a pretty interesting guy, now that he wasn't trying to rip my head off.
Sundays were now combat training days, we met at either the Denali home or Pete's home and Jasper and Felix took the lead in teaching us the best ways to handle newborns. Peter, Vicky, and Char were their seconds. The rest of us were just peons. Well, not Laurent, though. They were also incorporating karate into our fight tactics because Maria wouldn't be expecting it. Another thing they were doing was having Riley run us through football training drills to improve our strength and coordination. He was also teaching us footwork, tackling, and blocking because these moves would also throw the newborns for a loop.
It was Friday night and the start of Spring Break, Carlisle, Felix, Riley, and Emmett had picked up Jasper a couple of hours ago. The five of them were going to a screening of the 'Godfather' somewhere in SoHo tonight, then stopping at a bar for drinks. Rosie was coming over in thirty minutes. We were going to spend the evening hanging out and watching eighties flicks with some Jack Daniels and the hookah.
I was upstairs vacuuming when the doorbell rang, "It's open, come in!" I heard the door open, then close. I shut the vacuum off and ran downstairs to greet my sister. "I was just upstairs vacuuming. You're earl...uh...um...uh...excuse me, who are you?"
I was staring into the smiling face of a gorgeous female vampire with twinkling red eyes. She was sitting on my sofa with her shoes off and her feet up on my coffee table with two large suitcases by her side. Jasper didn't tell me about any unexpected house guests. She was about to speak, but Rosie walked inside at the moment and locked the door behind her. "Sis, how many times do I have to tell you to lock the fucking door? You never know who'll walk inside with it unlocked like this. This isn't fucking Forks, you know!"
Yeah, I definitely see the validity to her point now. If I survive the night, I'll make sure that I lock the door as soon as I enter the house from now on.
"Your sister makes a good point, you know. You could have been beaten up, raped, or murdered by some psychotic vampire. Luckily, it's just me."
Rose stood stock still by my side. She, too, now was unable to speak.
The vampire spoke again, "Since you two aren't going to introduce yourselves, I'll just take it upon myself to do so. I'm Chelsea Volturi."
"V...V...V..." was the only sound that Rose and I could mumble.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not like those asswipes in Italy. I swear it. I just had to take their last name because I have no idea what mine is, plus that's what it says on my passport. See?" Chelsea showed us her passport and she was, in fact, who she said she was.
"Excuse me, what brought you to my house?" I asked.
"Can you tell me your names first so I'm not standing here like an idiot wondering who the fuck you are?"
"Um, I'm Isabella Whitlock and this is my sister Rosalie McCarty."
"Oh, good to finally know your names. I just arrived in New York and was walking around when I smelled a familiar scent. Where's Felix?"
I gulped, "Um, he's out for the evening."
"Oh, you don't mind if I just park my ass here and wait for him, do you? I don't really have anywhere that I can go."
Rose finally decided to speak then, "Don't you have a rather large castle in Volterra, Italy that you call your lair?"
"I used to, but not anymore. I'm no longer welcome there. Well, that was kind of my own doing...I guess you could say that I'm on the run, but they won't be looking for me. They won't feel a connection to me, you see. Oh my gosh, is that Sixteen Candles? I loooove Jake Ryan—he is so fuckhot. Oh and you have The Breakfast Club, too. Ooh! A hookah and Jack Daniels. I have nail polish somewhere in my suitcase. Oh, I know! We can give each other manicures and pedicures and do our hair. You could really stand to run a hairbrush through your hair. It's really pretty, but you have tangles in it. So, which film are we watching first?"
Boy, could this girl talk! Rose and I couldn't get a word in edgewise. We were standing there holding onto each other looking completely stunned. Chelsea opened up one of her suitcases and started digging through it. She pulled out some pajamas, took her clothes off, and threw them on. "Aren't you two going to wear pj's too?"
"Uh, sure. We'll go change," I said uneasily.
Rose and I bolted upstairs to my room. "What the hell is going on?"
"Beats me," I answered, as I got out a pair of pajamas for Rose. "Let's just put some pj's on and try to get to know her and hope to God that our men get back soon. So far, I don't feel any bad vibes from her, do you?"
"No, she's actually very nice, but she talks too much."
We were back downstairs in no time. We started with The Breakfast Club, then moved onto Sixteen Candles. By the end of the two movies, the three of us were toasted.
"Hey, Bella, let's go skinny dipping in the jacuzzi pool!" Rose suggested.
"Fun!" Chelsea was standing naked in the middle of my living room in no time. Oh, well, I suppose I should be a good hostess. I got out of my pajamas, so did Rose, and the three of us ran upstairs to the jacuzzi pool. Chelsea was extremely proactive—she brought along six bottles of Jack Daniels plus the hookah. She put everything down and dove straight into the pool. Rose and I had bonded with Chelsea tonight. We knew her entire story with the Volturi including how they forced her to create a mating bond between herself and some schmuck named Afton. We were completely livid!
We decided to climb my tree and we started singing repeatedly to the tune of 'Happy Birthday'—making up our own words as we went along. I really like Chelsea, she's tons of fun.
Jasper's POV
"Carlisle, that was fucking classic! I'm glad we went to see it," Riley stated. "My favorite part was when Clemenza says, 'Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.' Shit! That cannoli looked good."
"What the heck's a cannoli?" I asked.
"It's an Italian dessert. They throw a sweet cream cheese filling into a crunchy, tube shaped shell."
"Cannoli means little shell in Italian," Felix pointed out. "It's also slang for cock."
"You actually ate something shaped like a dick, man?" Emmett questioned Riley.
"Yeah and I enjoyed it, too. They taste good."
"Dicks?"
"No, cannolis, fucker!" Riley punched Emmett in the arm.
"Ow!"
"I don't know about you guys, but I get fucking horny whenever I see the Godfather," I pointed out.
"Yeah," they all mumbled.
"Hey, it's fine for you guys, you all have mates. The last time I got laid was during angry sex with Esme and that was over two years ago. I'm getting sick of jerking off in the shower!"
"Shit, let's get out of this bar and hit Jasper's jacuzzi pool," Riley suggested. "I could use a swim."
We picked up a case of Jack Daniels on the way home and started drinking. We were having a stag night of sorts. That brought back memories of our last stag night when all of us gathered at Pete's place to watch Ashlay Bendover movies. We must have watched at least ten movies and we still had about sixty to go. That Lauren Mallory really does bend over a lot. Our all-time fave was the one that was filmed in Forks. That was one of her older movies when she played the role of a pig-tailed teenager getting laid for the first time. I remember Mike pointing at the screen and blurting out, "Hey! That's actually her room. I lost my V-card on that bed! Of course, I was only sixteen and I was so excited that I only lasted about ten seconds."
After that, we all talked about the first time we had sex. Felix and I both got laid at the same whore house in Louisiana. Emmett told us he got laid in a barn with one of the neighbor girls. Garrett's first time was with Kate after he was changed. Rex and Riley both did it in high school after their junior proms—in cars, I might add. Carlisle's first time was with Heidi Volturi who, apparently, was like the Lauren Mallory of the Volturi. Felix said that he frequently dove into that pussy, too. We all knew about Edward's first time—it was like reliving our first time, too. Poor Pete was sad because he didn't remember his.
Laurent's first time was actually with his first wife after their wedding on the plantation they were slaves on. It was actually kind of sad. He had to leave her and his daughter and son behind when he was sold to another plantation. It was on the way there that he was changed into a vampire. He said that the first thing he did, after he gained control of his bloodlust, was return to the plantation where his wife and kids were at and force the plantation owner to give them all papers setting them free plus give them each enough cash so they could survive for ten years up north in Massachusetts. After that, he watched all of the slaves take off in two wagons that he also had the plantation owner sign over to them. He, then, drained the owner, his wife, and the foreman of the cotton farm, and followed the wagons to make sure that they made it safely into Massachusetts. He watched over his wife and children from a distance. He said that both of his kids became educated and successful. His wife never remarried. When she became too sick and frail to go on and she was clearly suffering, Laurent showed himself to her and told her that he loved her and could never love another. She replied that she had always loved him and would always look after him from heaven. She also urged him to not let love pass him by, should he ever come across it again. They held each other all night for one final time. After that, she looked into his eyes, said she was ready, and Laurent released her from her suffering and drained her. He, then, buried her himself and carved out a headstone with his bare hands. It wasn't until he met Irina that he found happiness again.
All of us guys had tears in our eyes after hearing that story. We had to watch another Ashlay Bendover flick to make us all happy again. This one was an orgy set in the Hardwood Suite at the Palm's Hotel. Riley declared that he could never stay there with his sister again, but we were all going there—just us guys for an epic game of basketball and an Ashlay Bendover movie marathon. In the end, we all congratulated Mike because ten seconds or not, losing your V-card to a porn star brought you to legendary status.
Carlisle, Emmett, Felix, Riley, and I set foot in my house. We immediately noticed two huge suitcases, one was open with clothes strewn all over the sofa. There were empty bottles of liquor littering the coffee table. There were also three pair of women's pajamas and panties discarded on the floor. Felix detected the scent, so did Carlisle; they said one name, "Chelsea."
We rushed upstairs to the jacuzzi pool where we heard voices. The five of us bolted into the room. The girls were running around stark naked and singing to the tune of the birthday song over and over again.
The Volturi, they suck;
Aro's a twat;
Marcus has toe jam;
And Caius loves cock.
Chelsea noticed Felix and ran up to him to give him a hug. What happened after that was the freakiest thing I've ever witnessed in my existence. Chelsea turned to look at us and Felix introduced us all. The last one he introduced to her was Carlisle, "You remember him, don't you, Chelsea?" Felix asked.
Carlisle and Chelsea became completely still and fixated on each other. They both had smoldering black eyes filled with lust. In fact, their desire was overwhelming. Suddenly, Carlisle yelled, "Mine!" He ripped his clothes off and entered Chelsea in one fell swoop. We were all staring in abject shock. Bella and Rose were hanging naked off of tree limbs with their mouths hanging open, seemingly unable to move. Riley and Emmett tried to go grab Rose and Bella, but Felix and I stopped them. This was vampire claiming at it's most primeval. If they made any big movements, Carlisle would view it as a threat to his mate and rip their heads off. We explained this to them and also informed Bella and Rose that they had to remain where they were. Rose had a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, she took a big swig and passed it to Bella who was hanging from an adjoining branch. I noticed that Felix snapped a picture of our women hanging from the tree branch using his iPhone. I'm gonna kill him. Not now, but damn it—I'm gonna rip his head off later.
The ritual was over when Carlisle sunk his teeth deep into Chelsea's jugular with his release. I never, ever, ever want to see that shit again. Never, ever, ever. Nope, never again. No way!
"Wow!" Chelsea exclaimed. "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life! So, that's what it's like to fuck your true mate!"
Emmett and I moved slowly to the tree and got our mates down. We placed them behind us.
"Oh my God! I'm so glad I came here! You know, it's funny, Carlisle, I thought I detected your scent when I smelled Felix's. Hey, Rose, Bella—doesn't Carlisle kind of remind you of Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles?"
"Uh, no way! Jake Ryan is a sex god. Carlisle is just our dad and, by the way, I want to puke." Rose cringed at the sight in front of her. Bella had her eyes squeezed shut.
"Carlisle's good too, but that might be because he's my mate. I know! Let's go downstairs and compare! I can go for watching Sixteen Candles again. We'll do our nails with that Italian nail polish I have. Carlisle, can you get off of me? I have to go watch a DVD with Rose and Bella. You can come along if you like, but I'm not sure if you'd like the movie." Does Chelsea ever shut up? It was obvious that she had the gift of gab many times over.
Carlisle was still inside of Chelsea. He withdrew himself silently. She grabbed a towel and wiped her pussy and inner thighs off, then flung the towel at poor Riley who was left standing there holding it. God help me, now, that's a sight I never want to see again. And I thought the mating ritual was bad. The three girls ran downstairs, still drunk, and stark naked to watch Sixteen Candles.
"What the fuck just happened?" Carlisle asked.
"Here, wrap this towel around you and sit down. We need to have a man to man talk," I said.
"When you were with the Volturi, did you ever witness a vampire claiming ritual?"
"No, I'd heard about them, but no—I've never witnessed one myself."
"Well, Chelsea is your true mate—your soulmate. You both acted on pure vampire instinct. By taking her in front of us, you were staking your claim."
"Yes, but I thought she was mated to Afton."
"Afton likes taking it in the ass from Caius!" Chelsea yelled from downstairs.
"Let me explain," Felix piped in. "Aro forced Chelsea to create a mating bond between her and Afton in the hopes that Caius would give up his homosexual tendencies."
"There you see, Carlisle. Afton wasn't her mate and he's a fudgepacker. She's hot, too."
"Yeah, she puts Esme to shame," Emmett agreed.
"Oh, boy, this sure changes things, but what about the Volturi? Won't they come after her? She is their most important asset."
"Oh shit!" we all exclaimed. We didn't need the Volturi on top of Maria.
We rushed up to my room and I gave Carlisle a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The five of us ran downstairs to talk to Chelsea. If the Volturi come after us, we were up shit creek. When we got to the living room, the girls were dressed in pajamas and watching the guy on Sixteen Candles all googly-eyed.
"Chelsea," Carlisle said.
"Shh!"
"Chelsea, we need to talk to you."
"Be quiet, Daddy, I'm trying to bleach my brain by watching this movie!" Bella stated.
Actually, that was a good idea. We all settled in to watch Sixteen Candles. How the fuck did we go from the Godfather to a live vampire claiming to Sixteen Candles? I'm gonna have to watch an Ashlay Bendover film to man up a little. After the movie ended, and the girls gushed about the final kiss, we turned the TV off.
"You're right, girls, Jake Ryan is hotter than Carlisle," Chelsea declared. "I love that color on you, too!" I looked down and realized that I, and the rest of the guys, all had hot pink nail polish on our finger and toenails.
"Chelsea, you need to tell us how you came to leave the Volturi," I stated.
"Well, ever since Felix was thrown out for falling in love, I kept thinking about how unjust things were. So, I started planning. I harbored cash away in a suitcase because I knew that I'd be sent off with nothing when I was eventually sent away. I, then, started playing around with the bonds. I hated Afton, my created mate, so I started with him. I created a strong mating bond between him, Caius, and that frigid Athenadora. I, also, removed Renata's loyalty to Aro so she could no longer shield him. I had to do that so that I could weaken my bond with Aro. She always liked Marcus so I created a strong mating bond between them. I figured the old geezer deserved to get laid after the shit Aro and Caius pulled on him with killing Didyme and all. After that, I gradually worked on weakening my bond with everyone else until there was nothing left, and they had no idea what I was there for. They didn't even care whether or not I had a gift. They won't be coming after me because they can't stand the sight of me anymore. They were begging me to leave in the end. Isn't that cool?"
Shit, yeah. Chelsea singlehandedly fucked up the entire coven dynamics of the Volturi.
"Tell me, when you left, how were things with the Volturi?"
"Well, basically, what I did was strengthen all of their bonds with their mates to the point where it was unbreakable and all consuming. Caius and Afton are now both mated to Athenadora. Aro and Sulpicia are still mates. I mated Renata to Marcus, Heidi to Santiago, Demetri to Corin, Alec to a new girl named Bree, and Jane I turned to ash for being a bitch. They were so caught up in their mates that they just laughed when they saw that Jane was gone. Anyway, I made their bonds so tight that the only thing on their minds are their mates. It's like one big orgy there now. Oh, and Marcus has taken over the throne so things should become a little more just now—if they snap out of their non-stop obsession with their mates, which I highly doubt."
We all started laughing. Eleazar always said that Chelsea was their biggest asset, but could also be the downfall of the Volturi. Well, now, she's our asset. Combined with Char's gift, she'll be able to fuck up Maria in unimaginable ways.
"I'm horny," Chelsea stated succinctly to Carlisle.
"Oh, well, I have an apartment three blocks away."
"Nope, too far. Let's just go upstairs." Quicker than lightening, the newly mated pair disappeared to a vacant room.
I fixed my eyes on Rose and Bella, "Alright, you two. Start explaining how she came to be in our house. Don't get me wrong. I like her and I detected nothing, but genuine feelings from her, but why was a complete stranger in our house?"
"Before you start," Riley interrupted, "I can confirm that Chelsea was being completely honest."
"Well, that's good. Now, start explaining girls." Rose and Bella were absolutely too trusting. This is how they met Amar, and Charlotte told me that Bella was completely oblivious to the fact that Felix and Gianna were even around when they ran into them.
"It was my fault. I left the door unlocked and told her to come in, thinking it was Rose," Bella admitted. "I'll be locking the door from now on."
"You're damn right, you will!" Riley chastised. "I've told you over and over again how unsafe it is to leave the door unlocked. This is from the time you were eighteen, mind you!"
Good. I'm glad it's Riley getting angry at Bella instead of me. Maybe she'll listen this time.
"What I'd like to know is how you came to party with her?" Emmett asked.
"Well, she was nice," Rose explained. "She also just kind of invited herself to hang out with us and started planning the whole night."
"You know something, we'll talk about it later." I nodded at Emmett. We'd have to go over safety rules in private with them.
Riley and Felix left right after that. Riley had work and Felix said he was horny from seeing three hot women naked for half of the night. Speaking of which, so was I. I noticed that Em and Rose were no longer in the living room. Ah, they're in their room—I hear them.
"Come on, baby." I picked my mate up and zipped us up to our room. Time for the Major to spank his mate for being such a naughty girl. I was about to tell Bella to get on her hands and knees, but dang she's sucking on my cock and it feels so good. I guess she's not that naughty after all. "That's my girl." I patted her on her head and succumbed to my feelings. Time to let Carlisle and Chelsea experience the full force of my lust. That's what they get for making me witness a claiming. That's right, I'm gonna project and damn it, I'm gonna enjoy it.
Eighteen hours later...
Rose, Emmett, Bella, and I were dressed and ready to go hunting. We were just waiting on Carlisle and Chelsea to stop fucking. I had stopped projecting lust about eight hours ago, but those two kept going, on and on, like the Energizer Bunny on X.
"Um, Jasper! Can you send more of that lust up here. I really like it!" Chelsea yelled down. "Whooo! I love riding your cock, Carlisle! Come on, Jasper! More lust! More lust!"
"Don't you dare!" Bella warned. She had her hands on her hips and she and Rose looked feral. They grabbed some clothes out of Chelsea's open suitcase and ran upstairs. The next thing we heard was Carlisle being thrown out of the room.
"I need clothes, Jasper."
"Just grab something from my room."
Carlisle walked downstairs fully dressed. "I feel completely refreshed. My mate's a firecracker!"
A couple of minutes later, we were in the Tahoe driving to Bear Mountain State Park. We gave Chelsea a choice of hunting human criminals or animals. She said that she'd give animals a try. We had run deep into the woods and were about to split up into mated pairs when we came across a huge grizzly bear. Chelsea pounced on it and had it drained almost instantly. She licked her lips and said, "They aren't that bad, if I keep feeding off of them, will I get beautiful golden eyes like all of you have?"
"Yes," Carlisle grinned.
"Okay, now hurry up and hunt guys. I want to go dancing."
"Right." I grabbed Bella and told everyone that we'd meet back at the Tahoe in an hour. Bella took down a couple of deer, I took down a mountain lion, a fox, and a bobcat; then I took Bella. We ran into a completely sated—in all ways, Rose and Emmett, on the hike back to my vehicle. The four of us stopped dead in our tracks when the Tahoe came into view. Smack dab on the roof of my vehicle were Carlisle and Chelsea getting wild and kinky. That's right, on the roof. He had her on her hands and knees, doggy style, and was slamming into her from behind.
Chelsea noticed us. "Are you guys ready to go dancing?"
None of us said a word. She just kept on talking. "Hang on, let me just cum and we can go."
"You know, something," Rose said. "I think Char's just met her match."
"She did meet her match already in Amrita," Bella corrected. "Char has just been outdone."
Chelsea had her orgasm, threw her clothes back on, and hopped into the Tahoe. "Well, come on! What's taking so long? Aren't we going dancing?"
Fucking hell. Carlisle didn't even have the decency to look ashamed for his public indecency. He looked like a kid in a fucking candy store. He threw Chelsea on his lap and the two of them started making out furiously in the third row seats. I drove us to the Boom Boom Room, Carlisle got us in after Bella threw contacts in Chelsea's eyes. We were instantly surrounded by desperate women.
Chelsea climbed up onto the bar and made an announcement, "Here ye! Here ye! Attention all single, desperate women! These three men have been claimed and they belong to us. If you approach them, prepare to die! We have no qualms about beating you all into little bits of pulp!"
"I really like Chelsea," Rose noted.
"Yeah, me too," Bella agreed.
Yep, she was going to be a handful, just like Bella and Rose. God help us all.
After leaving the Boom Boom Room, we headed straight to Pete's house where we were all meeting for our training. Everyone flocked to Carlisle and congratulated him. He introduced Chelsea to everyone, there were several gasps by those who knew the significance of the name Chelsea Volturi.
"I don't like my last name. It really carries a bad vibe to it," Chelsea whined. "Oh, hey, Bella, Rose, and I made up a song—wanna hear?"
The three of them started singing their Volturi song.
The Volturi, they suck;
Aro's a twat;
Marcus has toe jam;
And Caius loves cock.
"Holy shit, Major. Is what they're singing even legal?" Vicky asked.
"Probably not." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Ooh, a pool!" Chelsea squealed, ripped her clothes off, and dove in. "Come on in! The water's soothing!"
"What the fuck?" Peter asked me and Carlisle. "Char!" Charlotte dove into the pool naked, Tanya followed, then Amanda, Gianna, and Alice.
Rose and Bella came barreling down from upstairs with bikinis on, thank God. They dove into the pool. Several iPhones were on record, speaking of which...I narrowed my eyes at Felix. "Shit!" he screamed and plunged into the swimming pool.
"You know, Major, I think everyone can use a break from training. This just proves it," Riley suggested wisely.
"Okay, party at my house starting now!" Pete announced.
Well, hell, I've been partying since Friday. Why stop now? I'm on Spring Break anyway. I ran upstairs, changed into swim trunks, and decided to join the beautiful ladies in the pool. Chelsea was just yapping away non-stop about this and that with a beaming Carlisle by her side. They disappeared about an hour later and we didn't see them for the rest of the day.
Felix, Emmett, Riley, and I took the opportunity to explain what happened between Chelsea and the Volturi, and how her gift will give us a huge advantage in the future fight against Maria. Felix said that Chelsea was a strong fighter. Not as strong as Bella or Amrita—they were the toughest female fighters we had, but on par with Vicky and Char. She also had experience like Char and Vicky, which actually put the three of them at an advantage because Bella and Amrita had no experience with fighting at all—they were just immensely skilled and Amrita retained her newborn strength for some reason.
By around ten pm, most people left for their homes. We had partied all morning, afternoon, and evening and we were all exhausted—even for vampires. The only ones left at Pete and Char's were us; Tanya and Rex; Felix and Gianna; and Emmett and Rosalie.
My cell phone buzzed all of a sudden. "What's up Carlisle?" I asked.
"Can you and Bella fly down to Las Vegas? I'm getting hitched."
"Uh, sure, when?"
"As soon as you get here."
"Um, okay. Wait a minute? Are you calling from Las Vegas now?"
"Of course I am. Chelsea doesn't like the name Volturi so I'm going to turn her into a Cullen. We're staying in the Barbie Suite at the Palm's Hotel. Do you know that they have a stripper pole in the shower...oh, yeah...that's right, baby...grind down on that pole just like that..."
"Carlisle?"
"Uh, not you Jasper, you don't need to grind down...anyway, we're not going anywhere. Can you bring me and Chelsea something to wear? We can't exactly leave the room...bend over and touch your toes, sweetheart, now spank that ass..."
I ended the call. I had nine sets of eyes staring at me. Pete suddenly stood up with a determined look in his eyes. "Alright, Rose call Edward and have him run the shop for this week. If he tries to argue with you, tell the fucker that Bella's worked for him for no pay, at least a hundred times, in the past three years. Also, have Garrett help him out in our shop, he's pretty handy with tools for an old fucker. He looked pointedly at me when he said that for some reason. Felix, you and Gianna are coming along with us, don't argue about cash—we have plenty and I promise that you're going to leave Las Vegas a rich man. Tanya, call Amanda and tell her she's in charge of the store for a week. Let's go to Newark, there's a flight that leaves for Vegas in an hour. We can just make it if we leave now."
Pfft...and Pete says he doesn't have a gift.
"But what about clothes?" Gianna asked.
"Oh, don't worry, we can go to the Forum Shops. I wonder if Claude is still there?" Tanya looked between Pete and Char.
Oh, yeah...hahaha. I forgot about that. My wife had a sneaky smile on her face too.
We all headed for the door. "Ahem!" Bella cleared her throat loudly. "We can't leave yet."
"Why not?"
"Rose and I are dressed, but Char, Tanya, and Gianna are still naked from the pool."
We all stared at them. Huh. I didn't even notice. Neither did anyone else, apparently. "Well, what are you waiting for! You have one minute to get dressed before we have to run to the airport!" Pete yelled.
A minute later, we were hoofing it to Newark Airport. We just made the flight and were, currently, on the six hour plane ride to Las Vegas.
"Where are we going to stay?" Gianna asked.
"We'll just stay in the Hugh Hefner Skyline Villa together. There are four bedrooms in there anyway," Pete decided.
"Hell, yeah! We're partying Playboy style!" Emmett whooped.
Bella jotted a quick note on the cocktail napkin to me. 'Fuck no! I am not staying with all of them.'
I nodded to her that I agreed. There was no way in hell that I was staying in the same suite as those perverts. Bella and I were getting our own room. That way I can perv out with her in private.
Bella climbed onto my lap and nuzzled my neck. I pulled the blanket over us to cover us. She kissed me on the lips while I fondled her tits and played with her nipples. Bella's hand undid my jeans and she started jerking my cock. Thank you God for small miracles. We had the first class seats in the last row, everyone else was seated in seats in front of us. I moved my hand underneath her skirt and into her panties. I motioned for her to keep silent as I inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed small circles onto her clit. My mate's walls clenched tight onto my fingers as she came. She bit hard into my neck and marked me, then she moved back onto her seat, leaned over and gave me one of the best blow jobs of my life. She swallowed every bit of cum that I pulsed onto her tongue.
"If you're done, I could use one of those too." Rex and Tanya had their heads peeking out over the seat backs. Apparently, we gave them a free show. "Shall I just whip it out now to make it easy for you?"
"She is good," Tanya said. "Wow! How did you make him cum that fast? You know, I think Rex holds out on cumming on purpose so he can keep me down there."
"Felix does that too! Ugh! You're so insensitive." I heard Gianna saying out loud.
The couples up front started arguing about men and blow jobs. I jotted a quick note to Bella on the cocktail napkin. 'Forget about a different room. We're staying at a different hotel.'
"I agree," Bella said, and moved back onto my lap so I could hold her.
We arrived at the airport in Las Vegas. We climbed into two taxis to the Palms Hotel. I told everyone that I'd handle the cab fair. As soon as everyone walked into the lobby, Bella and I jumped back into the taxi and hightailed it away from the Palms Hotel. "Drive," I ordered the driver.
"Where to, sir?"
"Just keep driving until I tell you where to go."
I quickly called Claude and told him that we needed a hotel suite ASAP and under no circumstances could it be the Palms Hotel.
"May I ask what type of room you're searching for, Mr. Whitlock?"
"Private and um..."
"Would you like views overlooking the city or is that not important? Do you prefer certain amenities like an in-room gym, private pool, or a slave cage?"
"A slave cage? Why the fuck would I need a slave cage?"
"Well, certain clientele have very um...how shall we say it...discriminating tastes. For example, the last time, the other Mr. Whitlock stayed here, he requested a slave cage with a stripper pole inside as well as a sex swing suspended from the ceiling."
"Okay, Claude, I'm not like the other Mr. Whitlock, my wife is...is..."
"She's not as kinky as the other Mrs. Whitlock?"
"Exactly!"
"Personally, I prefer your Mrs. Whitlock—about ten years ago, the other Mrs. Whitlock kept trying to get me to climb into bed with her and Mr. Whitlock. I kept trying to tell her that I was a one man kind of man, but she didn't seem to comprehend what I was saying."
"Oh really? Claude, you should know that the other Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock are here in the city as well. Just make sure that you keep me and my Mrs. Whitlock happy, and I'll make sure you're happy. Is that a deal?"
"Yes, sir! Now, let me speak with Mrs. Whitlock. She can tell me what kind of room she wants. That way you and I will both be happy."
"Smart man."
I handed Bella the phone. "Hi Claude! Nothing kinky, no view of the strip necessary, lots of privacy, and above all, romantic. Oh, and it would be nice if there was a pool at the hotel, but I don't think there's one without one in Vegas, is there?"
Five minutes later, he called us back, "Good news, Mr. Whitlock, I was able to find a room for you at the Bellagio. I took the liberty of booking you into one of their luxury villas—I think you'll find they'll suit your tastes perfectly."
"Thank you, Claude. Will you be at work today?"
"Yes, sir. Even if I weren't, I'd still be at your beck and call, twenty-four hours a day, during your stay in Las Vegas."
"Thank you, Claude. I'll see you in the afternoon." I planned on tipping him well, especially with my crafty brother on the trip with me.
As soon as the call ended, I received one from Peter. "Where the fuck are you and Bella?"
"We got tired of the Palms and decided to stay elsewhere."
"Bullshit!"
"Where the fuck are you? I got us the Hugh Hefner Sky Villa man."
"Meh, we've stayed there before. We want to try a different hotel."
"Fucker, bring my grandbaby back to the hotel!"
"No! She's my mate. Besides, she wanted to try a different hotel too." I decided to try a different approach. "Pete, do you really want to hear me and Bella going at it? She is your grandbaby, after all."
"Good point."
The cab driver drove us to the Bellagio. The manager came out personally to greet us and checked us in immediately.
"Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock, we are delighted that you chose the Bellagio for your stay in our fine city, this time around. Usually, you stay at The Palms, do you not?"
"You came highly recommended by our personal concierge."
"Well, if there's anything, anything at all—please call me at anytime day or night. This is Tony, he is our chief concierge. I believe you know his other half, Claude," the manager introduced us to the human form of a Greek statue.
"Holy hell, he's hot," Bella whispered under her breath. If she were human, she would have been drooling. I could already smell my mate's arousal. I gave her a little spanking on her ass. Bella just stood there smiling like an idiot. Nope, we won't be calling on Tony. We'll call Claude, but not his...his...I wonder who the man is in the relationship: Claude or Tony?
Tony spoke then, he had velvety, smooth voice. Fuck. "Now, I know you'll call Claude for most things, but if there's anything I can do—you can count on me, too. I'm usually here from seven am to three pm."
"Thank you," Bella gushed. "We'll be sure to call you—a lot. A whole lot."
"Now, let me give you a tour of your villa. First of all, you have a private entrance so you don't have to go through the hotel. You have a formal dining room, a living room with a fireplace, and a full service bar. Over here, you have his and hers bathrooms each with a whirlpool bath for two, rainforest Swiss steam showers, towel warmer, and cedar closets. This room is the private beauty and barber salon and there's a massage room through this door. You have your gym, and dry and steam saunas here. This is your bedroom right here, and follow me please." Fuck me, what the fuck else is there with this room, a butler? He led us outside.
"This is your private, secluded courtyard. As you can see, the gardens have been manicured and there's an outdoor fireplace for your pleasure, as well as, a private pool and spa. Claude mentioned that Mrs. Whitlock requested privacy and a hotel with a pool. We made sure that we gave you the most secluded of our villas and we assumed that you would prefer a private pool, although there is a rather nice public one at the hotel. This is the remote for the automatic drapery and sheer controls. Your villa also comes with your own personal butler, you can summon him by hitting the button that reads 'butler' on your room phone. Also, the manager is providing you with twenty-four hour limousine service during your stay at our hotel with his compliments, two tickets to Cirque de Soleil, and you will have entry into all of our bars and nightclubs with no wait or cover charge at any time. I'll give you some privacy now."
I tipped Tony a thousand bucks in cash before he left the room. He left with a huge grin on his face.
"Bella, where are you?"
"I'm in here." I opened the door to the bedroom and was greeted by the most beautiful sight in the world: my wife lying naked on the bed, propped up by pillows, with her legs spread wide open for me.
"Take your clothes off carefully and slowly, Jasper. You only have one set until we go shopping, after you make love to me."
I did exactly as she asked and savored every minute I had with my mate. It was early evening by the time we hit the Forum Shops. Okay, so I might have made love to her more than once, but I had to try out every room in our villa. I went straight to Claude and tipped him twenty grand in cash. I knew it was more than my usual; but with Pete in town, I needed to make sure that Claude remained tight-lipped about me and Bella and loose-lipped about everyone else.
Bella and I purchased enough clothes to last us a week. We both agreed that we liked our room a lot, and we planned on staying and relaxing, for as long as we could, before returning to school. We ran into a disheveled Rex while we were shopping for dress shoes.
"I'm so glad I ran into you guys. Help!"
"What's up, Rex?"
"Here." He handed us a list. On it were the names of everyone staying in their room plus their sizes for everything from their underwear down to their socks.
"How come you got charged with picking up an outfit for them?"
"I'm the only one that didn't rip my clothes off. I like these jeans and I look hot in this shirt."
"It's alright, I guess," Bella shrugged. She had a dreamy expression on her face. I bet she was thinking about Claude's boyfriend, Tony. Rex and I both folded our arms in front of our chest and raised one eyebrow. Bella took her iPhone out and snapped a picture.
"What the hell was that for?"
"I'm gonna frame it, you both looked hot and insanely jealous for some reason."
"So, will you guys help me shop for their stuff? I need to pick up two casual outfits and one for going out tonight plus underwear, sox, and dress shoes for everyone. They're going to take care of the rest by themselves tomorrow. Oh, and one more thing, since I'm here alone, maybe you guys can help me pick out a ring for Tanya. I'm gonna ask her to marry me, hopefully we can do it while we're here."
"Rexy!" Bella jumped up into his arms and plastered his face with kisses.
"It's about time, man." I slapped his back.
"Thanks, brother. Oh and we can't go to Harry Winston. I don't have a spare million bucks to spend on a ring like you do. I'm a cheap bastard"
We took care of the clothes shopping quickly, then stopped at the concierge desk to talk to our buddy, "Claude, this is my other brother, Rex Whitlock. He's looking to tie the knot and wants to purchase a wedding set. The stores in here are pretty pricey, do you have any suggestions."
He gave us the name of a jewelry wholesaler in Las Vegas away from the strip. We got into the limo and made our way there.
"How come you two have a limo?"
"It came with the room."
"Oh."
"What's bothering you, Rex? You look depressed."
"That guy Claude didn't even bat an eyelash at me. Usually the fags dig me. What the fuck? Do I have BO or something?"
"No, he's just really, really in love with his partner," Bella breathed, then she got that far away look in her eyes again. That's it, I'm fucking the idea of Tony the concierge out of her, until she's screaming my name, and my name, alone! God damn it!
We got to the jewelry store and Rex picked out a simple, two carat round cut diamond engagement ring with a gold band—Tanya's preferred metal. He picked out a plain gold band for the wedding ring, as well as a platinum one for himself. The diamond wasn't flawless like Bella's, but it was still beautiful. There was a small nick on the inside of the engagement band so it wasn't selling at all—apparently, it had been sitting around for eight years. Originally valued at 5000 dollars, the man was willing to let it go for half price. Rex, who was Bella's bargain hunting soul brother jumped at the opportunity. 2500 dollars for a diamond engagement ring was a steal. Including the two wedding bands, Rex paid a total of 3300 dollars. What a deal! We dropped Rex off at the hotel and started back to ours. Bella's cell phone rang.
"Honey, are you in Las Vegas yet?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Oh good. Would you mind picking up clothes for me and Chelsea? We haven't left the room yet, not that I want to, but...oh...well...whatever."
"I need Chelsea's sizes and what kind of underwear does she want."
"Um, just let Jasper pick them out. He knows what I like from the Ashlay Bendover films."
Huh? Why the hell do I have to pick out Chelsea's underwear? You see, this is exactly why Bella and I are staying elsewhere.
Bella wrote down Chelsea's sizes and some other crap that they needed and we made our way back to the Forum Shops. We picked up a week's worth of clothes for the two of them, threw them into two suitcases, and asked Claude to deliver it to their room at The Palms Hotel.
Later that evening...
We were at the Marquee Nightclub at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. All of us were just having a blast dancing to the seductive beat of the music. Sometimes, we danced in a big group and, other times, we went off on our own. Bella looked sexy, she was wearing silver sandals, white dress shorts, and a slinky tank top adorned with silver sequins. Right now, we were all taking a break in our VIP seating area.
Rex, who had been letting off nervous vibes all evening, suddenly got down on one knee in front of Tanya with an assured expression on his face. "Tanya..."
"Yes! Yes! I will marry you."
"Phew, I thought I'd have to go through a long spiel about how you mean the world to me and how I can't picture another moment without you being my wife, but this will do."
Rex slid the engagement ring onto Tanya's left ring finger and, after a few murmured 'I love yous,' the two of them fell into a passionate kiss. We all applauded.
"Well, so we're having two weddings this week, I'm assuming," Carlisle said. "How are we doing this?"
The women started planning. Chelsea and Tanya both wanted to get married in white dresses. I actually saw humor in that, so did Emmett. The two of us started laughing uncontrollably and I projected the humor throughout the entire club. When I finally stopped, people were lying on the floor, clutching their stomachs, and the DJ was swinging like Tarzan from the chandelier. He fell with a decided thump and ended up having to be transported to the hospital.
The two couples decided that they wanted separate weddings. Rex and Carlisle both asked me to be their best man while Chelsea asked Bella, and Tanya asked Charlotte to be their matrons of honor. Tomorrow, the group in the Hugh Hefner Sky Villa were shopping—they needed more clothes to last them the week. Chelsea and Carlisle were spending the day 'relaxing' at the hotel. Bella and I had a trip to The Valley of Fire State Park planned. We were actually going hunting, under the guise of sightseeing. Later, everyone was meeting up to go shopping for wedding clothes—the men and women, separately—then, we were hitting the casinos. I had already hit the casino at the Bellagio and, so far, I was up by about five hundred thousand dollars.
"So, why are you two staying at a different hotel?" Chelsea asked Bella.
"Oh, I've been staying at The Palms so much that I decided I wanted a change in venue."
"Where are you staying?"
"Just a room at the Bellagio."
"You really should consider staying at The Palms. Our room has a stripper pole in the shower and a cool Barbie design."
I noticed Bella cringe and shiver at the mention of the Barbie Suite.
Chelsea continued talking. "Oh my gosh, it's so much fun stripping in there. Carlisle likes it when the water hits my tits while I'm dancing for him. The room where everyone else is staying is cool, too. They have a big heated jacuzzi pool just like the one at your house, but no tree. They really need to throw a tree in there. There's also a round, rotating bed in Emmett and Rose's bedroom. Oh, and a slave cage, a St. Andrew's Cross, and a sex swing were just delivered to their room."
Man, I don't even want to know what kind of decadence was going on in that room.
Chelsea, of course, kept yapping. "In the Volturi, one time, Heidi strapped Aro to the St. Andrew's Cross for a week, in the castle playroom. She slapped a male chastity belt on him, then made him watch while she had sex with every guy in the castle—except for Marcus. You remember that, don't you Felix? Didn't you do Heidi and Corin at the same time then? Anyway, when she finally released him, he was so far gone that he came all over the playroom floor without even penetrating her. It's the stuff of Volturi legends. Anyhoo, Carlisle, do you have one of those stripper poles in your shower? I still haven't been to your apartment yet."
"Oh, well, it's kind of messy because I'm a bit of a slob."
A bit? Carlisle brought slob to a whole new level. He had his shit lying all over the place. On any given day, we could walk into his apartment and there would be papers strewn on the floors and his underwear could be lying on the coffee table. He always had a pile of clean laundry on the dining table, I'm positive he didn't put his shit away—ever.
"That's okay, I'm a slob too. I hate organization—it sucks all of the creativity out of my brain. I had the messiest room in the Volturi Guard."
"I can confirm that," Felix said. "Trust me, Carlisle, you and Chelsea are like two peas in a pod in that department."
"Ahem, well, as far as the stripper pole is concerned—I can have one installed in the shower."
Hmm...now that's a good idea. I'm thinking renovation. A glass encased show shower with a stripper pole for my Bella.
"Goody! Can we have a tree in the living room, too?"
"Whatever your heart desires."
Bella fixed me with an evil glare. She always wanted a tree in the living room. Well, she got one in the room with the pool. How the fuck are we supposed to explain the tree to guests?
"Jasper, will you tell me how you procured your tree?" Carlisle asked.
"Uh, actually, Esme found it. I can ask her for you."
"Ooh! Is that, Esme, your ex-wife. Is she pretty? I can't wait to meet her. You know, you guys have such a funny family. Carlisle is Bella and Rose's father, and Bella is Peter's great granddaughter, but Carlisle isn't Peter's grandson. Charlotte isn't Bella's great grandmother either. Emmett and Rose are married, but they're both Bella's brother and sister and Jasper and Rex are Bella's husbands, but Rex just asked Tanya to marry him. How is that going to work? Is Jasper going to be Tanya's husband too?"
We all started laughing. I suppose it would look weird to an outsider.
Gianna decided to try to help, but only made it worse. "Rex is Bella's husband, but only when they dance and argue. You should hear them, they put any Italian couple to shame. Now, I am Rex's sexual muse, but only when I'm having sex with Felix in Italian. Tanya can never speak Italian while she and Rex are having sex because he starts to think. Rex can't think when he has sex or strips, he needs Bella to bring him back. Jasper actually encourages it because he doesn't want shame brought upon the Whitlock name. Oh, and Rex and Bella are weird, really weird. Last year, they went to a Lamaze Class just for the hell of it."
Chelsea looked perplexed. "So, you're sleeping with Rex?"
"No, no, no...Bella's my Stripper Wifey. She's my partner for life on the dance floor."
"I don't get it."
"You will eventually, it took me a while too," Gianna said, brightly. "Now, there's more. Jasper used to be married to Alice, who is married to Mike, who lusted after Bella's tits, and liked to see her bounce up and down in gym class. Bella, on the other hand, used to date Edward, who is married to Amanda, who is Peter and Bella's daughter."
"Edward is married? I thought he was gay."
Now we were all laughing! Damn. I've got to make sure I don't project. I took a deep breath. "No, Edward isn't gay."
"Okay, so the only gay one is Mike, but you said he's married to some girl named Alice. Where was she the other night? I saw the pervert necking with a little boy and calling him Alice. Frankly, I'm surprised you allowed that type of degenerate behavior in your house, Peter."
That did it. Nope, I couldn't hold out anymore. I started howling, so did everyone else; and by everyone else I mean everyone in the club. People were clutching at their sides and laughing for no reason whatsoever. The bartenders started spraying drinks out of their sprayers on everyone, the bouncers started letting everyone inside, people were hanging from the rafters. Everyone was giggling and things were completely out of control.
"Jasper, teehee, Jaaaasssper, you have to stop...teehee...ssstop...ppprojecting." Bella was sitting on my lap, laughing like a madwoman. After a few minutes, she finally composed herself enough to throw her shield on everyone in the club, but me. I nodded to her when I was able to stop myself, she let down her shield, and I threw lethargy on the humans in the club.
"Again! Again! That was so much fun! Look! I mated that delicious looking man and that four hundred pound woman just for the heck of it. I really like playing with humans. They're so easy to manipulate. Aw...look at those two nerdy people. I'm going to create a bond between them because I don't think they'll ever meet anyone if I don't." Chelsea started concentrating on a really geeky looking man and woman.
"No! Stop!" Char yelled, horrified. "They're brother and sister."
"Oh, well, then there's no hope for them, then. Meh, I'm feeling generous, I'll find them each someone else. What do you think of that hot bartender for the girl and the woman with the orange thong, underneath her white pants, for the guy?"
Charlotte's jaw dropped. She was stunned into silence for the first time since she was transformed into a vampire.
"Boy, do you have your hands full Carlisle," I whispered.
"I can see that."
Yep, when Charlotte Whitlock, who can't be fazed by anything looks horrified, you know that she's just been outmatched.
We decided that Carlisle's wedding would be in three nights and Rex's the night after. Both the women and the men were planning bachelorette and bachelor's parties. God help us all. I hope we survive Las Vegas. No, I hope Las Vegas survives us.
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