Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Peter POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Personally, I thought the situation at hand was a funny one.
Jasper, on the other hand, looked about ready to kill, and I can imagine that this Daniel kid is number one on his hit-list.
When we told Char who this girl was, and how much she meant to our Jazz, she wasn't at all happy with the news, and I could see why she wouldn't be exactly forthcoming. The thing with us is that we don't jus' look like a family, we are a family, and we look after our own. We've been through Hell and high waters together. Char, Jazz and I are one in the same; he is our sire, his venom ran through our blood, and he made us into what we are today. He is the reason why Char and I breathe, and can love each other so freely, and because of that, we owe him more than jus' our lives, but everythin' that we've got. That's why Char wanted to be extra careful with this girl, jus' in case she wasn't who I said she was, even though I knew it was true. She trusted me and my decisions, but still, she wanted to see it with her own to eyes.
As much as she loves Jasper, she hates competition, and she's always been a daddy's girl, ever since she was human. She saw Jazz as her protector, and would do whatever she could to make sure he wasn't bein' fucked around wit'. It took her nearly 30 years to get used to Rosalie, and her goddamn attitude, and even longer to tolerate Alice, because of how personal her and Jasper's relationship was. She believed that Ali left Jazz's side because she didn't want to deal with his demons anymore, but I knew different. It was because she knew her mate was out there, waitin' for her, and she couldn't stomach bein' intimate with anyone else. I knew for damn sure that I wouldn't, couldn't, love someone nearly half as much as I do my Char, and she would do the same.
She tucked her arm around my waist, her hand lyin' flat between my shoulder blades, and I turned to her, with a small smile on my face. I asked, "You understand now, sugar?"
Char, like me and Jazz, was special - she could see emotional ties between people. She couldn't manipulate them, nor could she predict what they could be, but she could see them, as plain as day, or at least that's what she tells me.
According to her, the mating bond was a thin thread of pure, molten silver and it glowed, dependin' on how close the two parties were at any specific moment. She says ours is constantly glowin', and that makes me smile, every time. A familial, be it brotherly, sisterly, parental or otherwise, was more of a vibrant yellow, and the bond between enemies, dependin' on the intensity of the hatred shared between then, was a varyin' shade of black.
And right now, from the look in her eyes, Jasper's thread between the guy currently holdin' his girl's hand was of the deepest obsidian. And that made me laugh, a little at least, because I knew it was gonna take him a while before he would man up and go get her, but once he did, he'd finally get to be happy. Not that I'd let him know that; I mean I like my organs in the arrangement that they're in right now.
"He's fightin' the bond," she said, mystified, "I jus' don't see why he's fightin' it."
He wasn't even payin' much attention to what we was sayin', even though he was three steps to the left of us. He was so engrossed in Cam's conversation, growlin' at every chuckle, whinin', lowly, at the end of every laugh that fell from her lips. It was a sight to see, honestly. His eyes were blacker than night itself, and I felt an unfamiliar slow burnin' rage settle in my stomach, and I knew he was projectin'.
See, vampires have a stronger resilience to fellow vampiric abilities, like empathy or telepathy, however that doesn't mean it doesn't affect us. It does, it jus' takes a little longer to do so, and so I knew that if his fury was gettin'' to me, it was damn sure goin' get to all these other unsuspectin' mortals around us, and usually, when the Major got mad, people started dyin', so I did the best thing I could in this scenario, and got him the entire fuck outta there.
"Major," I said, seriously, "You're projectin'."
He turned to me, stony-faced, anger etched in his every feature, his jaw and fists clenched to the point where I was sure it was painful, and he wheezed out, stiffly, "Let's go," and promptly swept away, at vampire speed, in the direction of the Cullen house.
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"You wanna stop pacin', Jasper? You're wearin' a hole in the floor," I said with a smirk on my face, inside of the attic that the Major called his room. He liked the solitude, apparently. Personally, I felt like it was a little lonely, but whatever, that's what he prefers. He had a bed, which he never fuckin' used, unless he was lyin' down, or playin' his guitar, dependin' on his mood, and a circular rug, that covered the wooden, laminated floor, beneath his bed. His closet was wide, an' held all of his clothes, which were very similar to my own, considerin' we were born in the same state and within the same century. He had a bookcase, too, filled with a bunch of Civil War memorabilia, as well as pieces of literature over the 180 years he's been alive.
I was perched on the edge of a simple wooden chair that had been pushed beneath his small desk, which was covered with articles of paper, pens, his journal, an unused, unnecessary lamp and a small 2X2 hand-drawn picture of Jasper, back when he was human, beside his mother, Janine Grace, and his father, Noah Whitlock, and his younger brothers, Christopher and Noah Junior. I didn't know why he tortured himself everyday by looking at that picture, especially considerin' the way his family died, but.. Well, I suppose that's was what grounded him to this lifestyle. My tether, of sorts, was my Char. Without her I don't even know where I would be right now, and I couldn't imagine what I would be doin'.
"I jus'," he sighed, "What am I doin', Pete?"
He turned to me, and his pupils were blown wide, a confused, crazed look in his eyes. I shrugged, "You know what you gotta do, Jazz, jus' go wit' the flow."
He scoffed, bitterly, "She's wit' that jack hole, Daniel, what can I give her that he cant?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, questionin' his fuckin' sanity, and he smirked, "Besides the vampirism, you fucker."
Letting' the insult slide away like water off of a duck's back, and grinned at him, cheekily, before deciding' that he needed somethin' to kick-start his ass into gear. I knew this was a little underhanded, but he had to be told, at least by someone, about the consequences of his actions, or lack thereof.
"I suppose she could move on wit' him," I commented, steadily, "They could get together," he stewed, "Fuck," he silently seethed, "Get married," he let out a quiet growl, "Have kids," he snarled, "And grow old together," his only answer being an ear-splittin' roar, but I carried on, ruthlessly, needin' to put my point across, "They could do all the little things that normal couples get to do, all because you didn't have enough balls to tell her how you feel."
He clenched his fists, tightly, and I watched as his eyes twitch and convulse, rapidly, and flitter between a livid ochre to a sinister obsidian. He looked like he was losin' control of himself, so I did what I always did when he got like this. I stepped forward, collectin' all the comfort, love, respect and self-worth that I could find within myself, and pushin' it onto him, so he could at least know that someone in this God forsaken world loved, and needed him. He glanced at me, thankful and significantly calmer than before, and I said, "She's gonna end up bein' wit' you, Jazz, that's jus' how its gonna be. How long, though, depends on how hard you fight it. She's on this date, 'cause you let her go on it, not because she necessarily likes that Daniel kid."
He huffed, "But he would be the better choice for her, an' don't tell me otherwise, Pete, you know its true."
Rollin' my eyes, I responded, truly done wit' his self-depreciation, yet understandin' where all of its comin' from, "Not true, fucker. There ain't nobody in this world that'll love her like you will. Nobody who'll take care of her like you will. Sure, you're fucked up, but so are the rest of us. You think that I'd survive without Char? You know its only by the grace of God that I'm even standin' here right now, talkin' to you, you damn heathen. Now stop pussyfootin' around your feelings an' do somethin' about it."
He bristled, slightly, and clenched his fists tighter than before, before bitin' out, "You jus' don't understand, Peter."
Laughing, raucously, I answered, mockingly, "I don't understand? Me? Of all fuckin' people?"
My glare was angry, and a little hurt, but I continued my onslaught, "You might be able to pull that horseshit wit' the rest of this family, but not me, Jasper. I know you. Damn it, I know every part of you, and I know you deserve some kind of fuckin' happiness in this life!"
He blanched, and I took this as opportunity to continue on, "Listen, you idiot," I stood, then, and walked towards the door, "You an' Cam might be 'made' for each other, but she ain't gonna wait forever. At the end of the day, she's human, an' she has no clue about our kind. What do you expect of her? She ain't Edward, she cant read your goddamn thoughts, so get your head outta your ass, and go for her."
Then, I left, only to come face-to-face with a pretty angry Char. She clipped me upside the head, a little, and growled, "With me. Now."
Grimacing, a little, I padded besides her, while she silently fumed, and I didn't need my gift to tell me that she was gonna chew me out for my talk with Jazz. Thankfully the rest of the family were either out huntin', or still at work, so we were alone. I didn't need them to hear me gettin' my ass handed to me by my girl.
This could get mighty ugly, mighty quick.
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"Char, look," I yelled, dodgin' another well-aimed book as it was thrown in my general direction. I don't doubt at all that she was tryna hit me, its jus' that I'm faster and stronger than she is, simply because I was older, "Watch it, baby, you might jus' hurt me."
I knew I was fuelin' an already stoked fire, but whenever she got like this, it almost always guaranteed sex, and I was all up for that.
What? Who wouldn't be? My girl is gorgeous.
She screeched, "You jackass! Why would you do that to him?"
Stepping closer to my love, I smiled, knowin' that it'd piss her off even more, and she threw another book in my direction, heavier this time, and I side-stepped it, and grasped her wrists, firmly enough to let her know that I was bein' serious. I soothed, "Come on now, baby, you know you ain't wanna really hurt me."
She growled, her amber eyes flashin' in annoyance, but her lips quirked upwards, in a small smile, and I knew she wasn't really mad at me. I kissed her nose, and it twitched adorably, makin' my stomach flutter a little. I tugged her over to the bed, and she straddled my lap, wit' my hands settled on her slender waist. She sighed, playin' wit' the lapel of my shirt, "Why'd you shout at him like that?"
I shrugged, indifferently, and answered, honestly, "I jus' lost it a little, that's all, baby. He was bein' an idiot, an' it was pissin' me off."
She kissed my neck, distractingly, and I groaned, quietly, at the assault, to which she smiled, widely, against my skin. I growled, "Listen, you little minx, if you don't quit it, I'm gonna do somethin' that I'll regret."
She smirked, mischievously, and ground against my stomach, drawin' a moan outta me. I heard Jazz groan, in exasperation, upstairs, then at vampire speed, he left the house, knowin' that somethin' was about to go down between us. That thought made me grin, and I sighed, runnin' my fingers down the length of my girl's face, baffled for a moment by the astoundin' level of her beauty. Her hair was that perfect shade of blonde, it almost looked like individual golden threads woven together, and it made my heart ache. Her amber eyes glittered with such emotion that it made the breath that I didn't need catch in my throat, and she kissed me, with such sweet dependence that I could hardly contain myself.
I was glad that we had the house to ourselves, even for a short amount of time, because the shit that I wanted to do to her might as well be illegal.
And she loved every second of it.