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Chapter 4
Jasper's POV
I watch my beautiful mate sleeping. She is amazing to me, since I never met a vampire like her. She is warm and has a heartbeat, but the rhythm is not human, it almost sounds like a slow hum. I continue to watch her as I think about what we learned and what she and Damien has showed us. I feel as though she hasn't showed us everything but from what she has shown is enough to make me think twice about pissing her off. I move a piece of her hair that has fallen into her face. Her features are magnificent; her face was perfectly round with beautiful full lips that were sticking out in a pout. Her hair was sandy red with waves; it had strands of brunette and blonde. My hand caresses her honey toned arm. I must say that I a little was jealous at the fact that she could sleep. I really wanted to question her about all the similarities and differences that she and I had. I really want to know about her scars; now that I look she has on long sleeves now and was wearing a long sleeve jacket at school. Who would do anything to her that would leave her scarred? My anger starts to rise as I think that someone has caused her pain and left scars on her beautiful body. My anger rises higher when I remember how nervous and inadequate she felt when I went for her shirt; she thought that I wouldn't find her attractive! A growl escapes as I think about finding the bastard who did this to her. She must have heard me because she places her hand on my neck, what happens next shocked the hell out of me. She sends me a vision of her dream. She is sitting on the banks of a river, I'm guessing the Mississippi. She is in a corset dress with her hair in a bun, and she has a book on her lap. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. Then the vision is gone and I blink and look down to see her staring back at me.
"Hey beautiful, how are you?" I say with a smirk.
"I'm fine, sorry for falling asleep. Have you been watching me this whole time?" she stretches and her shirt raises just enough for me to catch a glimpse of one of her scars, it was crescent shape but not a bite mark, more like someone carved into her skin. She quickly pulls her shirt down.
"I could watch you sleep forever. But I did want to know how you could sleep."
"That's a long story hun, but if you want to know, when I was turned there was a battle within between my witch heritage and the venom that was coursing through my veins. My witch heritage won out. It was such a burning; Damien told me that it sounded ten times worse than what a normal vampire goes through. I was unable to move but I kept having hallucinations about my mother comforting me. Damien told me that was unusual, since most can still understand their surrounds. When I woke up, I was not in the same place and Damien has patting me dry with wet cloths."
"So during your burning your body was fighting itself to see what you will be when you woke up. Do you know who your sire is?"
She sat up and started tugging at the ends of her hair. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, we were down in Antigua with my brother Arrian. After we fled New Orleans, we met up with my brother who was down in Antigua for business at the time. I told him what happened at the house and that mother sent us away. We stayed with him until the coven found us again. Damien was trying to fight them off, but they grabbed us all. They…They…They turned me and Arrian. I don't know how we got away but I remember that Damien had me in a hut on an island in the Caribbean. He…he told me…" she then puts her head on her knees and I can feel the sadness and fear coming from her. I pull her into my lap and she nuzzled my neck. I immediately felt her calmer.
"Sorry hun, when I think about my first hundred years of life, it makes me very sad. You would think that after damn near two centuries I would be over it." She looks into my eyes and smile; I feel a wave of admiration and desire laced with a little lust come from her. "You really are one handsome man."
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I made sure to send her my admiration and desire right back. She is very adept at changing the subject, but I will know everything there is to know about her! One thing that was eating me, well the easier question since she gets so upset about her past, is how she was able to create her identities without the need for documents such as a birth certificate or ID.
"Darlin' I do have a question for you, why don't your other identities have documents that go with them? My guy always give us documents to go with our new identities, you know to enroll in school and such."
"Oh…that's easy! I don't need the actual document in order for someone to think I have one, just a piece of paper." I must have looked extremely dumbfounded because the next thing I know she gets up and goes to my desk and pulls out a piece of paper. She brings it to her lips and blows on the paper, instantly there is a birth certificate stating that she was born in New Orleans eighteen years ago.
"It doesn't last long, just long enough for someone to process it and put it away. It's an spell I picked up from one of my friends in Rio."
"So, and you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but where is your brother now?"
"I dunno, I haven't heard from him or seen him since before I was turned." I feel a bit of sadness but under that was full blown rage. I guess that's from the fucked up situation that happened to her family.
"So, you have vampire gifts that you showed us, but what about your witch powers, I guess that's what you call them." I said while motioning for her to come back to bed.
"I call them my natural powers; I inherited the power of expression. Meaning whatever my mind wills is done. But there are draw backs to such a power. It's very draining on my life's essence. I sleep so that my body can replenish the lost essence. There have been times where I have done a very powerful spell and been sleep for a week." I don't like to hear that my mate's abilities can put her down for so long, it worried me. She will not be using her powers unless to protect herself. I must have been showing that I was worried because she quickly add that the last time that happened was in her younger years right after she was turned and as she grew older, her power strengthen and was less of a wear on her, as long as she didn't use her power for prolonged usage.
"My mother taught me that my power was just like every other muscle in the body, my power needed to be exercised in order for my body to use it for an expended amount of time. The spells that I do are usually not as long as they would be for a mortal witch, since I have had years to perfect them. Damien also trains me to fight hand to hand combat with my vampiric abilities so that I can rely less on my powers. Would you like to see how my expression works?"
Before I could say no, she holds out her hand and a small white cloud, almost mist, forms. As the mist starts to dissipate, I can see the form of a butterfly, then the mist was gone and the butterfly started to flap its wings. She lifted her hand for the butterfly to fly around and as it flew it slowly start to dissipate and was gone. I never seen anything like it, I wonder what else she can do with her expression. I was very impressed by it.
"Thank you for showing me that, you're not tired are you? Come lay down." She giggles, that is my new favorite sound!
"I will lie down but I'm not tired. Magic like that doesn't tire me out; it's when I have to use it on a larger and more prolonged scale."
We continued to talk about our lives; it was amazing to me how much she remembered of her human life. She told me how she loved to read and ride horses with her father. Her mother was the colony's apothecary and she would help her mother mix tonics and pumices for the colonist. She was fluent in French, Spanish, and Portuguese. She told me that true witches had their own ancient language which was the original tongue of Hecate. I found it fascinating that her particular order was descendants of Hecate, I thought she was just a mythological goddess; but then again I never met a witch either. She was shocked that I never met a witch before, seeing as though all the gifted vampires that were in our family, she was almost certain that Alice had to be a descendant as well and decided to talk to her about doing a spell to find out. I know that Alice don't remember a lot of her human life, she only has the clues from what we found out from James and researching the asylum her family locked her in. I told her what I remember of my human life, about living on a ranch in Texas and riding horses. She was excited and wanted to ride horses together. I would have to talk to Peter to see if we could set that up on his ranch in Arizona. We continued to talk for hours until I noticed the sun rising and we need to be at school in a few hours. We agreed that I would pick her up from her house to take her to school. We walked out our room, well one day it will be ours, I mean if she wants it to be, and met up with Damien and Alice.
Damien and Leya say their goodbyes to the family and promise to stop by afterschool, and when Damien gets back from hunting. Then in a flash they were gone from the doorway.
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