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: Alright, there's a little something-something I need from you guys! So, my plan for this story was to make it into a two-parter. 'General Affection' basically being a prequel to the main story, 'Major Infatuation'. OR, I can write this as just one story. If I do it in two parts, it will be about twenty-percent longer as I don't want any ONE fic to be longer than fifty chapters, but I'll be writing a different fic in-between 'General Affection' and 'Major Infatuation'.
Basically what I'm asking is if that's something that you, my readers and reviewers, would be agreeable to? If I have no opposition to it, I'll be doing it because I've been wanting to write this other fic since the dawn of my Twilight imagination for the most part.
20. War
The rumors of the Bringer's existence spread like wild fire. Vampires truly had no other entertainment, besides war of course, to keep them occupied. If there was anything new to behold, they beheld it. It seemed like the one woman war was something to gawk at.
The woman went from camp to camp, stalking each place for a few months before finally closing the place off, letting no one escape, and forcing the leaders to either starve their armies by changing their humans into newborns or having no real hope of survival against the newly claimed Bringer of Justice and Death.
Like always, she was merciful enough to allow one or two of the Warlord's soldiers to escape, and grin at the vampires as they did so. They, usually some hard hearted victim of months of endless torture or a newly changed fool that miraculously had a hold on their control, would flee to the 'safekeeping' of another territory, spreading the fear before running away to yet another person willing to hear of their tale so that it could begin again.
And the Bringer stopped for nothing, destroying everything in her path. She was nothing like anyone pictured, yet exactly what was needed. Her force was imposing, swiftly dealing out death to all that opposed her before moving on to the next fight. The strangest bit that no one seemed to understand was that she didn't claim a territory for her own.
Once in a while, some cocky vampire would try to claim the land she freed, and they would be at the end of her wrath like no other before has seen. The woman was all snarls and roars, a sound that no one had heard until she came along. Except for the first fight, she'd be carrying a torch along with her to quicken the battle, waving it around like a sword. And before it ended, everyone would realize the fire was lit upon a leg just as the woman burst into maniacal laughter while she made herself another with someone's arm.
Always, she would head to the Warlord's location first, finding them quickly and collecting their head before starting the blaze with their body. Then, she would begin disposing of their army without any real effort. And it seemed like so much fun to her, giggling as she ripped apart her opponents with glee.
Bellona was a woman to fear, and the world knew it. The Warlords cowered as she came for them.
Somewhere in Michigan - 1997
Ever since Garrett warned my brother about my particular episode of depression, things began looking up for me. I had finally come to terms with my gift and the effect it had on me. No longer did I feel responsible for the deaths I dealt during my stay under Maria's control. Even if I handed them out like humans dished out candy during festivals, slaughtering them all for the sake of being that bitch's so-called "mate".
She wasn't my mate, nothing even close to it. You didn't leave your mate to fight against a good fifty or so with only a handful of decently trained newborns. You didn't torture your mate into submission. You didn't cheat on your mate with other men to punish them for not following orders. You didn't do what she did to me. It took me a long time to see that, to see that I had been used and guided by malicious hands. It took me a while to understand that I wasn't a bad person because of that.
I was good at war and I enjoyed it, the battles and the training; however, I never agreed with all that Maria did. I didn't want to senselessly kill the soldiers like she did. I didn't want to rape women simply to 'put them in their place'. I wasn't the monster she molded me to be. Even though I was the Major, as every vampire had their own inner beast, I was still Jasper Whitlock.
It was only five years ago, but since then I had done such a U-turn that the world seemed like a much brighter place.
Unfortunately for me, I had been kept in, for the most part, isolation from outsiders during that time, so my sexual frustration was at an all time high currently, and I only had my hand to relieve me of it since I wasn't about to go ask Charlotte to beat me off. The woman's my brother's mate; even I hadn't sunken that low yet. Hopefully, I would go back into the world before I really needed any assistance that some unscented lotion and my palm couldn't fix. Being surrounded by Peter and his darling wife, and their near constant state of arousal, was leading them to becoming the favorite customers of the old woman's shop a couple of miles away.
You'd think that after such a long time of being together, they wouldn't still be acting like newlyweds. But, no, it seems like it's gotten worse with age. If I didn't know Peter was in his twenties, I'd think the two of them were a couple of virgin teens with the enthusiasm they have for taking one another's clothes off.
Ignoring the moans coming from deeper in the forest surrounding our house, I watched from my perch as the sun rose to greet another day. The light reflected off my shirtless body, bouncing the millions of diamond-like sparkles from my scar-decorated skin. No amount of my newfound brightness within my soul could distract me from the proof of my time in the Southern Wars, my bitten flesh.
Never would a woman claim me as hers as long as I was this disgusting, this flawed. If Alice could barely stand to look at me without a shirt on without turning away while snarling, how could I expect another to be able to fall in love with me? Even Irena wouldn't let me fuck her with my clothes off or the light still on. I had to turn to humans since their eyesight was next to shit and their instincts didn't scream at them to run away at the sight of the bites. Most of the time I couldn't resist from draining them, and even though they were flooded with positive emotions, it always turned negative the moment I bit into them.
I simply couldn't feed from a human if I could feel them and animals tasted so damn bad, but I could deal with it. Lesser of two evils for now.
Had my time spent with Maria left me without a mate, without the ability to be loved? Had she been drained by the newborns before I knew she was there? Had she been killed during a battle without my knowing?
Would I always be forced to walk this earth alone? Honestly, it'd be my luck that the answer would be 'yes.' The sins of my past would haunt me into being such an unloved creature.
"I thought we addressed this shit, Major." Speak of the fucker and he shall never leave you alone. "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too, asshole."
"What ya want, Peter?" Jumping down from my spot, I dropped down in front of the Captain before donning a shirt.
It was terribly obvious Charlotte would never be comfortable around me when she always shook with fear, hiding behind her mate, while she glancing at my scars. I almost growled at the woman from frustration before she managed to contain herself. Even Peter looked a little put off by her actions, most likely thinking that she was making progress on her fear. I knew why she was so frightened, having seen me kill so many during her year under Maria's reign, so it was understandable. Didn't make it any less aggravating even if she did love me like kin.
Sighing, he straightened up before calmly stating, "there's been war in the South while we've been away."
"Nah shit, Captain Obvious. Maria's always working to make misery." The only woman to claim the Whitlock name hissed at me at my blatant disrespect of her mate, but that was the thing, wasn't it. I didn't need to show it to him when any vampire that knew me from that time already owed it to me.
After a hiss at Charlotte to keep her quiet, he continued on, "more so. There's a rising force in the South, a woman who destroyed your sire." I could feel my eyes widen in surprise. It always seemed like the woman was always too cold hearted, too hateful, too malicious, too… evil to die. "She destroyed the entire camp, and she's destroying all the other camps."
"A coven of vampires wanting to make a name for themselves?" It wouldn't strike me as a shock, seeing as I used to have them come to me in hoards, all chomping at the bit to be acknowledged in the world as greater than The God of War. What better way to start out than kill off the owners of the Southern Territories?
Nervously, Peter looked away, "no, it's one woman, not a coven."
"Well trained army then." Hopefully not another Maria.
"No, Major. It's one woman. My sources say that she had no help. She fought them all on her own, facing hundreds alone."
Laughing, I was unable to keep my disbelief from my voice, "well your sources must be wrong."
"My sources saw it in person."
"Your sources are still wrong."
"My gift says they're not." I paused, there was no denying it, no matter how little sense it made. "She has a gift; a very strong gift. She's a shield, mental and physical. I don't know much else, but she's incredibly talented."
His uncertainty told me more, that there was more. "What else?"
"You remember the mated couple that Charlotte and I nearly killed in New Jersey."
"Of course, haven't lost my memory, dumbass."
Fidgeting where he stood, he said in a great rush, "you remember the 'Isabella' that I spoke of, that stopped Charlotte and I from attacking." I nodded, my stomach sinking like lead. "This is her."
Quickly, his mate stared at him, "then why did we let them live? If they're killing the Warlords, they're going to come for us too. She'll come for Jasper!" She began beating on my brother as I tried to think of a way to destroy a shield. This Isabella would have to willingly lower it, that was for certain.
Peter intervened before the woman could go into hysterics, already looking like she was going to burst into tears, by grasping her upper arms and giving her a singular shake as she settled back down. "She's not coming for us. Maria was building an army of Immortal Children. As far as my 'knower' knows, she planned on destroying Maria for years. Maria was going to use the army to take back the Major and the Captain; you should be thankful she was destroyed when she was. We would have been slaughtered."
"But she's going to-"
"No," he interrupted, "she's not coming for us. We're not part of the war anymore. She's only killing the current Warlords, the ones still active. Isabella's making it peaceful down there. Be happy."
She fell to the floor as I still marveled over the knowledge that Maria had been destroyed. My sire was gone, finite. There was nothing left of her, nada, zilch. She was dead, so utterly and completely.
We were… "Free."
Peter looked to me, nodding with an easy smile. "Yeah, brother, we are."
Charlotte didn't understand, as I had been given her as a gift when there was a rare moment of peace. We had no territories to conquer just then as we had recently won several over, so there weren't many newborns being born. Charlotte had no idea how horrific the camps were when we were in full swing. All newborns cared for was a full tummy, some good sex, and a decent brawl. Thankfully for Peter, Charlotte hadn't been like most newborns and had a small bit of reason after waking up to this life. She never had to go through what we went through.
"This woman, she-"
"Jesus, Char, she's not going to come after us to kill us! When has my 'knower' ever been wrong? Hm? Isabella isn't coming for us. My 'knower' says she's… important. It won't tell me why, but that she is. That she won't ever hurt us. Just relax. Enjoy that the Warlords are never going to come for us." She paused, obviously uncertain before finally nodding, relinquishing to the fact that we were safe from this Isabella.
At least, if I ever met my mate, she'd never have to drag her into the mess that is Maria. She wouldn't have to meet or fight my sire.
Ending Author's Notes: Please see the author's note up top. Thank you! Now, to answer the reviews.
Geezerwench - So why did she throw Maria's head to the side? So Maria could see what Bella did to her armies?
Oh, awful story about Lucy killing Maria's mate. No wonder Maria went cray-cray.
I guess that's partially it, but that's not the true reason behind saving her head. As you can see from the beginning of this chapter, all the Warlord's heads are being collected. Except for Maria's head, they're being set aside for a somewhat special purpose. Maria gets the extra-special purpose though. You'll see that eventually.
And, yes, it's terrible what Lucy did to Maria's mate. I picture Maria as this woman who collects territories without any seemingly real reason, so I gave her a reason other than just being power-hungry. That's Aro's job, sonofabitch that he is.
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