General Affection

14. Misery

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'M' for 'Mature'. Very vague allusion of sex that relates to the story.

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:

14. Misery

Kachiri was waiting for me at my fancy tree house, most likely wondering where the heck I had been. I had always been at my home when she came to inform me that she was patrolling around my house to ward away my family during my sleeping hours. With a sigh, I dumped my kill on the landing.

"You hunted tonight, why? If you do not mind my asking." Such polite women.

I shrugged. "Zafrina seems to think my lack of hunting my own food is wearing down my body into sickness. It's likely that she's right."

"I see. That is quite a large panther. Hungry by any chance?"

Honestly, I felt like I was starving. "Somewhat. Do you mind skinning it for me? I was thinking about making her into a throw blanket. Or a pillow."

"Do you not care for pants? I believe that I have not seen you wear any since I have met you."

A giggle escaped me. "We explained to you about my heat. You can feel it now, radiating from me. With how the weather is here, it's too hot and humid for pants. When we move up North again, I'll most likely wear pants. For one, it'll look strange if I didn't. For two, the air will be cool enough for not to feel like I'm dying from a fever."

"Well, would you like me to make her into pants for then?"

Another feminine laugh. "Sure. Her fur is plenty silky. Whatever's left over, I can make into a wallet or purse. Unless you're wanting it for something, then you can have it."

"No, no. She will make a lovely pair of pants." She held up the creature, turning her this way and that to examine her. "Not a mark on her. How marvelous for a beast so large."

She went to work while I went to take a bath. I'd have to take another due to how sweaty I got at night. Of course, I typically took three or four a day because I got sweaty then too. Thankfully, my body was made to survive worse things than a heat stroke.

First, I washed my hair, which grew so quickly it was a menace. Nahuel's hair grew half the speed of a human's. From what he knew from Maysun, her hair grew at twice the speed of a human's while Serena's took on one fourth. Mine? Five or six times as fast as a human's. When I was going through my second year, it was even faster. That second year had been extremely painful for me.

Part of me wandered to think of Jasper while I moved on to scrubbing my body rigorously. I didn't have to wonder what he was doing; I could see it as easily as if I were there. He was seducing a human girl, newly turned twenty-one, into coming back to his hotel for the night. The woman was giggling, entranced by the strange man with golden eyes. Quickly, I tried to ignore what he was doing, but it was too late. It had been a bit over five years since he had any intercourse, and I knew it was coming soon, but I had hoped he would try celibacy a little while longer.

Suddenly, my point of view changed without my permission. They were leaving the bar, and I was no longer an awkward spectator; I was the girl, Claudia. She was tiny, a brunette, and overtly submissive. It would be a trait he wouldn't enjoy about her. Jasper loved a challenge, and this girl wasn't one whatsoever.

Desperately, I tried pulling away from seeing this, to concentrate on getting clean, but it proved to be somewhat effective. At least I wasn't solely focused on it anymore. I went back to scrubbing myself with a vengeance. Once there was obviously no dirt left on my body, I tried washing my hair again. Anything to avoid the sickness that was gathering in my stomach.

The moment he entered her, I couldn't fight it back any longer. Venom began rising, bubbling up in my throat. Even as it burned, like when self-loathing lashed back at me if I didn't break the tie to the individual correctly, I still tried to keep from screaming out in pain. Leaning over the edge of the tub, I began spewing mass amounts of the bonding venom.

I choked on it multiple times, breathing some of it back down. When Kachiri came back from dealing with the fur from the panther, she rushed into the bathroom to see what was the matter. Unfortunately, another wave of nausea struck me, and I threw up more venom all over her lap immediately after she crouched down in front of her. She viciously hissed at me and jumped back due to disgust, but the moment she looked down at me, naked and falling out of the shower to halfway drown in my venom, those emotions were gone to be replaced with extreme amounts of worry.

"I apologize," she stated sadly before fleeing from my house. I had a vision of her running to Zafrina and my father, who were sparring at the time, frantic and distraught as she explained what she saw. The three rushed to me; my father less worried than the sisters. He had been there through this a great many times. Most likely, he'd be pleased that I hadn't fed beforehand so there was no bloody, meaty mess that needed to be cleaned up. Just the venom that was currently torturing me.

Before they stormed inside, I tried to lean up, to at least get off of the slippery floor and maybe clean myself a little, but it was of no use. I would slip and land face first in my venom all over again. By the time they arrived, none of me was in the tub anymore and my hair was saturated in the vile acids that I had been gushing. I'd need another bath.

Zafrina was first, automatically scooping me up out of it and brushing my tangled mop of hair out of my eyesight. Melodiously, she whispered a sweet lullaby in her native tongue. It was more to calm herself from her raging turmoil of fear than soothe me of my burning pain.

Next was a tie between Kachiri and my father. He sighed, running his fingers through his recently cut hair. An unfortunate accident concerning him and my mother in a wild exploration of their sexual side in the trees resulted in us needing to shave off most of his hair to match the area that had been hacked off by an animal that hadn't enjoyed its home being demolished by their enthusiastic endeavors.

"Kachiri, please go get a bucket. One of the larger ones Bella keeps by the backdoor. Zafrina, try cleaning her up. I'm going to get some cleaning stuff to clean up all this venom. When she stops, she's going to need food."

They were disturbed by his nonchalance in my sickness; however, they still did as he ordered. Zafrina was gentle in her washing of me, acting as if I were a porcelain doll or sea glass. First, she would wet the rag in icy water, suds it up in my soap, gently wipe it over me, rinse out all of the venom, and repeat the process all over again. When her coven leader came back with what could be considered a wooden bathtub for a child, I leaned over the illusionist to surge more of my venom into it; at least I didn't miss. I shuddered as my body heat rose. The venom was like a coolant living inside of my body, and without it, my temperature began rising quickly. I was already surpassing my normal one hundred twenty degrees by a good eight or nine. When I was younger, my temperature had been a bit lower, but collecting gifts caused it to spike along with my metabolism. Even while I slept, it would increase even more. It I weren't a vampire, my brain most likely would've melted into goo by now.

"Kachiri, get another one and fill it with ice. Zafrina, when you're done cleaning her, draw her a cold bath. We'll fill it with the ice." Again, they did as commanded. My friends took care to point me to the bucket to puke into instead of all over myself or them.

Before Jasper's first orgasm even occurred, my body ran out of venom to vomit up so my dry heaves began. When his climax finally did occur, I was screaming out in pain. I was thankful that he pulled out before his seed spurted inside of her; he wasn't sure what it would do to a human woman, but he figured it couldn't be good. Any time he was with a female vampire, he would typically orgasm still inside of her. Those were the occasions that I would convulse from the agony of his encounters. I knew that, if either of my parents were to come across the Major while they knew why I had these horrific bouts of sickness, they would rip his penis off and hide it where he would never find it. Possibly in Esme's sock drawer.

Zafrina got into the tub with me, still clothed in the little the Amazon Sisters wore, and the water over flowed. I was just glad that the bathroom dipped down so that it wouldn't flood out into the hallway. Gently, she rocked me while humming the cradlesongs of her childhood, trying to soothe away my pains. Both of the women sobbed next to me, and I could feel Senna and my mother approaching the house. The instant the last of the sisters came upon the sight we made, she rushed to me, frantically worrying and trying to appease my distress in any form she could think of.

On the other hand, Mama appeared exasperated. "I thought we had gotten through this… She hasn't done this in over ten years!"

"I know, but it's happening again, so we'll take care of it," my father stated calmly.

"I don't want t-"

"Don't wanna what Rosalie?" he asked angrily while stepping up into her face. "Don't wanna deal with your daughter?" She hurriedly tried to backtrack, but he wasn't having any of it. "Don't start your bullshit. You love Bella, I know that, but anytime she has a problem, you pushed it off on me. If there was ever anythin' 'wrong' with your 'perfect child', you didn't want to deal with it.

"Well, too fucking bad. Kids ain't perfect. You wanted to discipline all of the 'wrong' out of her, so that she could be perfect. You ain't gonna fucking beat my baby for being sick, Rosalie. You ain't gonna beat my baby at all. Now, either get off your fucking high horse and help clean up or go the fuck somewhere else because I don't wanna look at you if you're gonna abandon her like that."

Unfortunately for Daddy and her, she fled my house. The sisters watched her, hissing at her as she ran. I knew she'd come back within a week; however, the damage was already done. My father wouldn't be forgiving her anytime soon. This wasn't something he could overlook so easily like he did almost everything else.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't think she would be so heartless about this."

"It's okay Daddy." My voice was raw and raspy from how much abuse my throat had taken in the past half hour. At hearing this, the sisters went back to fretting over me. Draining the bathtub water when it was no longer icy cold, and putting in more while adding huge amounts of ice.

When Jasper finally finished with his sexual outing, hopefully the only one he'd be partaking in for a while, I was immensely relieved. There was no more mess to clean up, as Senna and my father took care of the flood of water Zafrina made nearly an hour ago and any other spill would be cleaned up as it happened. Slowly but surely, my temperature cooled to be lower than one hundred fifty; it took an additional near two hours, and the water had to be replaced numerous times. During this, we ran out of ice in both houses, so we they just kept the water running.

Thankfully, my father left the room as the sisters cleaned me an additional time, dried me off as gently as they possibly could, and dressed me in a limited amount of clothing. Shorts and a tank. The three of them fussed over me anxiously, distraught by my 'mysterious' illness. In a heated and whispered discussion that they deluded themselves into believing I couldn't hear, they discussed different reasons they thought I might be going through something like this.

When they got to arguing, my father popped in with, "Nahuel and I think it's because of the gifts she gains from new people. When we met the Whitlocks, they had three gifts. A few months later, she went through this many, many times. She's met you, Zafrina, and she's doing it again. Hopefully it won't be as bad, seeing as it isn't a gift that requires constant use, and its only one gift."

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