Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.
Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires
Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence
Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte
Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella
Author's Notes: You're in for a real treat today.
08. New Jersey
March 1959
Rosalie's P. O. V.
Sometimes having a child in your home constantly could be a downer. Sure, my little baby was a blessing most moments, but there were other times when I needed alone time with my husband. Our wedding had been in 1940, and although we hadn't consummated our relationship yet, Emmett had been willing to go through with the ordeal. Even still, we didn't have sex. Neither of us corrected the family when they thought we went at it every time we were alone together; it was easier than trying to explain the state of our relationship.
That state being that I was terrified of sex. Royce had done a real number on me. When I told Emmett what happened to me, what my ex-fiancé and his drinking buddies had done to me, he had been personified fury. This scared me, yes, but it was also comforting. I was certain that had I not already tortured and slaughtered my rapists, he would have. In fact, he might have been even more gruesome about it. Unlike Carlisle and Esme, he had the desire to seek retribution for my violent end. Even though there was a great deal I had against Edward, I would have to hand that to him. Where my sire and his wife sneered at my killing Royce and my other would-have-been murderers, Edward saw my destroying of them as fitting and congratulated me.
That was just another reason for my need to live away from the family. Esme should have been the one to understand me, seeing as her own husband beat and raped her regularly. Carlisle, a man who claimed to love me enough to think of me as his daughter in everything but blood, felt no longing to dish out my justice. He would have been satisfied with them having to live with taking an innocent woman's life.
I couldn't live around that. Their disdain. That wasn't something I wanted my daughter raised around either. I was sure that if it had been Esme raising Bella, she would have brought her up believing however the husband treated the wife was how it should be. It was the era she lived in. But that wasn't how I wanted my baby to live. I didn't want her thinking to be beaten was deserved for being a woman. I didn't want her to live in fear of a man who should want to protect her.
She would grow up knowing she was worth more than how I was treated. She was something that had to be earned, fought for. But, I digress.
Emmett and I had barely had any time to ourselves. In fact, the only times we would spend away from here were when Huilen would agree to watch her for us to hunt together as a mated couple. Even then, it was only for three or four hours. Since our move to New York we'd been able to have date nights, going out to dinner, which included a quick hunt, and a movie, after we cleaned up. We knew Bella was more than capable of taking care of herself, but we were frightened of leaving her to her lonesome for more than that amount of time.
Tonight though… Tonight was different. For the past two months, Bella had been insisting we spend a night outside of the house. It wasn't that we thought she'd might leave us soon, because she wouldn't be that we knew of, but we couldn't keep existing this way.
We'd made plans for driving out to New Jersey for a hunt, then we'd cleaned up in a hotel we'd go see a film or a walk around the park. When morning came around, we'd head back. I knew Bella was right, besides, she was getting frustrated at how much time we were spending crowding around her. If it had been me, I would have felt like I was drowning in their attention and revolted against the people keeping me wherever I was. But, Bella was very well behaved and rarely did anything to displease us.
She was the picture perfect child and I doubted it had anything to do with how we raised her. Bella was amazing on her own.
"I'm fine Daddy. I'll be fine. I know what hotel you're staying at and I know the number. I'll call if I need you, believe me. You know I'll be okay until tomorrow, right? There's no reason to worry. I'll be inside studying next to the phone until I go to bed. You can call anytime you like." Emmett opened his mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by a hand over said mouth. "I love you so much Daddy, but you're getting on my nerves."
"Come on Big Boy," I called out from the passenger seat. They spent another eight minutes with their goodbyes. By the time Emmett made it to the car, I heard the front door lock click. "Don't you dare, Em. We're smothering her. She needs time to herself. Besides, it isn't like she can't defend herself. She's brilliant; you know that. You helped make her that way. Do you doubt yourself?"
He shook his head, tossing a dimple filled grin my way. "Course not. She's my baby after all. Of course she's brilliant." That was an ego stroke he didn't need. Emmett would be calling himself 'brilliant' for the next week.
We made it to New Jersey in record time with me wrapping my arms tightly around his muscled torso. In our near twenty years married together, we had never taken that final step in our relationship. First had been my fear, and while it was still there when my distrusting instincts from my last human days took over the rational side of my brain, as of this last decade it was simply from a lack of opportunity. As previously stated, sometimes having your child in your home constantly could be a downer.
It hadn't been in our plan to hunt down any predators, seeing as they weren't as populous as herbivores, but we managed to wrestle down a sizable bear. While hunting down a small herd of elk, I was tackled into the ground by a petite girl. I quickly overpowered her, and kicked her in the shoulder, sending her back away from me. Even since moving here my fighting skills had improved greatly compared to what skill I had previous to meeting Nahuel and Huilen.
We hissed at one another as we took in each others' forms. I knew she was sizing me up as I was her. She was surrounded by a great many colors, vibrant and pleasing. The strongest being what all supernatural being has, the seductive violet. Next was a sunny yellow, representing friendliness and optimism. After this there was an orange, one associated with bravery, and a dark crimson, almost black, that I knew was her erogenous side. She also had a brilliant aqua for kindness and medium teal for open-mindedness. With how radiant these colors were, I almost overlooked the deep strawberry like pink that was just as intense as the purple she held although underneath it all. This girl was mated.
She wasn't the one I had to worry about; her mate was. So where was her mate?
Straightening up out of my crouch, I decided to make amends. "Hello. I am Rosalie McCarty. We hadn't known there were any vampires in the area. Have you already claimed this land?"
She was much slower than I had been in retreating my aggression. Leisurely, she stood, flipping her little longer than shoulder length wheat hair out of her face. "Yes. I see that your eyes are golden. You feed on the animal diet. It's a pleasure to meet another of a similar mindset." I noticed her small orange eyes. Was she in the midst of transitioning to our way of life or had she fallen off the bandwagon?
"I see. Well, my husband and mate know a few others that take to this life. Have you met many others?" Did 'Daddy Dearest' turn her to be Edward's mate since we didn't hit it off?
The girl shook her head, her straw hair tussling softly against her stony flesh. "No, you are the first our coven has come across with golden eyes. Only two of us take to your diet. My mate indulges in the traditional diet while I go back and forth between them to keep the orange." I could see the allure. If only my pride in never having ingested any human blood would allow me to do the same as she. Then we would be the few with the continuous secondary color.
"Of course. Now, I shall find my mate and we will take our leave." I wanted to get out of here before she was no longer as welcoming.
The lips of her wide mouth quirked up in a mocking smile. "I understand. Unfortunately, your mate is preoccupied at the moment. My mate has been keeping him a bit busy."
I squinted my small eyes at her before running in the direction my mating pull directed me. This girl, her age probably being about the same as mine, followed me, but didn't pursue any further hostility. My husband wasn't too far off, having chased off the other half from the herd I had been intending to feed on. Once I scented Emmett, I listened out for the sounds of battle but found none. There weren't any noises at all. Was he already dismembered and waiting to burn him? Surely I would have felt it if he had been destroyed. I didn't smell the beginnings of a pyre. If they reduced us to ashes, I knew by nightfall tomorrow, Bella would come. She would avenge us.
Purposefully, I scraped trees as I went, to give her some knowledge as to where the area was. They wouldn't be able to burn it all by tomorrow night. Besides, I hadn't mentioned another coven member and I knew my Em wouldn't either. Neither of us would risk anyone finding out about her.
I saw my man in the distance. The was okay. He was… He was missing his arms!
Jasper's P. O. V.
"Come on!" The pixie seer kept tugging me along, dishing out her pathetic hisses from her aggravation at my unmoving feet. I'd heard more aggressive noises from a ferret. "Stop that! They'll be here soon We've got to meet our new friends." Her excitement flowed through me with welcome ease.
Suddenly it came to an abrupt halt as fear rushed in. "Alice! What is it? What do you see?" I didn't shake her like Charlotte tended to do' shaking her didn't quicken the vision or pull her from it. It just pissed the little lady off.
"They're going to kill them. Peter and Charlotte are going to kill our new friends." She was upset. Well, I would be too if my friends were going to kill people I loved. She'd been having visions of Emmett and Rosalie for weeks, months. Alice already loved the people from how much joy she saw them bringing our coven for the short amount for time they would be with us. "Jasper please. We have to stop them." She took off in the direction her visions were taking her, with me right beside her.
"Alice, you know how paranoid Peter is. Perhaps it's best if we let them."
"We'll die, Jasper. We will all die." Worry wasn't the first emotion I felt, no it was confusion. And not my own. "I don't know how, but we'll die. If we let them destroy the McCartys, something will come for us. I can't see it. I don't know what it is. It's this blurry darkness. Afterwards, all I can see is blackness. Charlotte will go first, then Peter, then me. It'll save you for last. I don't think it wants to destroy you, but it will and easily. It'll be over within a few minutes."
"Little Darlin', there isn't anything I can't handle. We'll destroy it before it can harm us. Trust me." I was the Major for Christ's sake. The God of War. I've never lost a battle and would never. Whatever would come would have no chance of survival. .
"You're not listening to me! Their coven mate will kill us. There is no other future I see if they're destroyed. Nothing but the blackness of our death. None of your plans or battle strategies will work. We will die. Whoever they've allied themselves with is powerful, much more powerful than you and Peter put together. Do you want to be the reason your brother is killed? Because, that's all I'm seeing with the current decisions." Like her voice, her emotions were frantic. She was in alarm while filled with hysterical worry and distraught terror.
I didn't understand. "Why would you vision such happiness yesterday at their arrival if things would take a huge one-eighty?"
"I think it's Peter. He's too territorial. The things I had been seeing was because his instincts hadn't taken over yet. If he didn't react the way he did, everything would have gone as pleasantly as I saw."
"Are you sure it's his instincts and not his gift? Perhaps these peop-"
"It's not his gift. He knows he shouldn't destroy these people but his instincts don't care. They want the bigger male destroyed. It's like a damn pissing contest." I hadn't even realized it but my mind had gone from assisting my brother in these newcomers' destruction to helping Alice save our coven. "Thank you. Thank you so much Jasper. I don't see us being great friends anymore, but I see us surviving. Moving on. The Cullens will come here in a few months and everything will be fine. Everything's back on track."
"I'm glad you'll be meeting your mate soon Alice. You deserve that happiness." I gave her a genuine smile which she responded in kind.
"Thanks. Tanya's going to be great. She is great. She's amazing."
Within a few minutes we ran straight into the field that our two coven mates were in and the two strangers that accidentally caused such a ruckus.
I could understand why Peter reacted the way he did. The man, Alice said his name was Emmett, was a large and muscular fellow. His throat was covered in scars, some were fairly small and looked like they belonged to of the mouth of a child; his shoulders and ribs were more of the same. Had I not been plastered in even more, I might have felt some sort of fear towards him. As I eyed him, I noticed him clenching his teeth, most likely to suppress his growls, and his wide mouth would pull in his already thin lips into an even thinner every time he did so. Parts of his dusting of facial hair was gone due to the bite marks on his wide, angular jaw. His nose was slightly crooked, looking like it had been broken while human and improperly set, but that didn't take away from the define structure it had and how it led to his high cheekbones and full cheeks. Quickly, his sparsely filled eyebrows scrunched up in anger as I continued to size him up.
Had she not already been mated, which even without Alice having inform me of Rosalie's unavailability I would have known by the deep bite mark on her neck, I might have tried to pursue this woman. She, like her mate, was tall. The tallest female I had met as of yet. She was possibly just an inch beneath six feet and had long legs that made her look a great deal taller. Her hair might've been thin, but it was long in loose golden waves. She had very generous breasts, ones that I knew Charlotte and Alice were envying. It seemed that petite women didn't have such large bosoms. Like her chest, her hips were very voluptuous, giving her that perfect hourglass figure women sported in the late twenties and early thirties. Contrary to the rest of her body, her facial features weren't as large. She had small golden eyes with thick eyelashes reminding me of French feather dusters, a tiny nose with a slim bridge, and thin eyebrows with definite arches. Although the rest of her face was so small, her lips were plump with the perfect cupid's bow. The major flaw she sported were her long feet. This woman could possibly be the most beautiful lady I had ever met in my many years. A modern Aphrodite.
As for their emotions, I was mostly filled with fear, conviction, hatred, worry, protectiveness, and love. This affection was for each other, obviously, as it was passionate and romantic, but there was another that was more along the lines of a familial basis, possibly for the coven mate that Alice mentioned, and it was just as intense as their love for each other. I could understand their terror, revulsion, and anxiety; they didn't know whether or not they'd make it out of this or not. Also, that protectiveness must've been for one another as mated couples almost constantly felt it constantly even if they weren't in immediate danger. It was the faith that I was confused about. What could that be for?
Slowly, I stepped towards them, trying to shove as much submission into Peter that I could to calm down his impulses. Once he was settled, Charlotte would follow suit. "Hello, I apologize for my brother's actions. He's a tad paranoid when we meet new people. We're the Whitlocks." Immediately, they were overflowing with understanding and a larger dose of fear. "I'm sorry that he attacked the two of you. I'm sure that when he comes back to himself he will apologize himself."
The woman, Rosalie, nodded, taking a step in front of her husband. "I understand. If we had known this area was claimed we would not have visited. When we arrived, we didn't scent any other vampires around. We're sorry for intruding on your land. If you could give us my husband's arms, we'll take our leave." At the mentioning of their departure, my brother snarled viciously. No matter how much calm and passiveness I pumped into him, the aggression and adrenaline was still prominent.
Suddenly, the negative emotions that our two visitors felt disappeared only to be switched over to peace and happiness; their love surged higher than anything I had ever felt while thankfulness trickled in. Like with them, Peter's violence vanished so that the emotions I was sending him would become effective. My brother wobbled unsteadily, leaning on Charlotte for support. He blinked sleepily, feeling a hefty dose of lethargy. Immediately afterwards, she felt more concerned for his wellbeing that she normally would and started fretting over him quietly. Strangely enough, I wasn't confused in the least. Sure, I had no clue what the fuck was happening, but I was more compliant than anything else.
"Sure Darlin'." I gathered together the arms Peter removed and split into multiple pieces. "Would you like help puttin' 'em back together?"
"No thank you. I was lovely meeting you and your coven, but we'll be leaving now. Good day." With that, they ran away towards the main road that was barely used as the sunlight of a new day broke through the tree line. While I still felt the need to please them, I was struck with the urge to stay where I was. Following them would be very bad.
Just as strangely as the need to please appeared, it left along with the desire to remain here and Peter's drowsiness.
Quickly, my brother's anger spiked. "What the fuck was that Jasper? Why the fuck did you stop me? They were on our land! We had the right!" A snarl left me, something that had been happening less and less the more time I spent getting used to this new diet. "I know Alice thought they'd we'd all be friends and that shit, but did you see him? He was covered in almost as many bites as I am. It wouldn't have been safe."
"And we would have died."
"Oh please, Emmett was a bit of a challenge, but I won. Rosalie would have been even easier."
This time, Alice interrupted. "You don't understand, Peter. They were more than just a mated pair visiting the area to feed. They had another member to their coven. I'm not sure what it was, but he or she… they're powerful. I couldn't see the person, but if we ended Emmett and Rosalie, they would have come after us and killed us."
There was no disbelief like I expected, instead there was only reluctance. "I know. I've been known." He sighed, slumping to the ground with his hands fisting his hair and elbows on his knees. "I've known about her for a while."
"Why would you come here if you knew you'd die?" This just wasn't like my brother.
A humorless laugh escaped him. "I didn't think I'd die. Nothing told me I would. In fact, coming here was going to be good. I didn't understand how having the desire to kill them and nearly doing it would be good for our coven, but it would be. We were never going to be 'the best of friends' like Alice was seeing."
"You asshole!" Alice shouted. She was always one meeting new people and gathering acquaintances.
He growled at her, which shut her up quickly. "I didn't want to drive them away, but it was necessary. I know now why. It's her. It was always her."
"Do you mind explaining who 'her' is?"
"Bella. Well, Isabella Marie McCarty to be exact. She was here, in the trees, five or six miles away. She's what stopped me from tearing them apart when they wanted to leave, what made you hand over the arms, what kept Alice from telling you she couldn't see the future, what kept Charlotte from attacking when I snarled at them."
If I weren't pissed at him and puzzled at why Alice was blind to the future, I might've felt sorry for the bastard. Charlotte didn't seem to have that problem as she continued trying to soothe away his worries and frustrations. Alice, like me, was mad at the man.
"At least right now our future's back to where it's supposed to be. The Cullens are moving here in January. And… I think the McCartys are moving away in the Summer before they get here. I don't even think it's because of us, though we pushed their date up some."
I ran my hand over my face, trying to shove back my blonde locks from my face. One day I was going to have to chop them off. If shoe polish didn't smell so bad, I might've dyed it as well. I couldn't stand the fact that Maria, my sire, loved my honey blonde hair and the scruffy beard I once had. As soon as I was sane enough after Alice arrived, I asked her to sort through different visions to see the best way to shave it off.
"Let's just go back to the house. We'll deal with this mess a different day."
Ending Author's Notes: Oh look! It's Jasper.
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