The Major and His General

A/N: This fic is rated M for graphic descriptions of violence, some gore, and sexual content. This fic doesn't focus on the storyline of Twilight. There is absolutely no Bella and little, possibly no mention of the Cullens. This story focuses on my Oc, Jasper, Peter, and Charlotte! Hybrids whilst rare are a thing in my story and common knowledge in the vampire world. Also if you don't like a really dark, possessive, extremely dominant, sometimes dirty, and sexy Major Jasper Whitlock then this story is not for you!

There are most definitely some dominant/Submissive relationship stuff, bdsm, and ect. In this story. If you don't like such content then this story may not be for you. Also there's a lot, like really a lot of sex in this story, This is your only warning. Any mature content will not be marked because this story is already rated M and I don't want to spend time having to mark certain content.

Full Story Description: He's something far worse than just a vampire. Major Jasper Whitlock is a incubus vampire that feeds on nothing but darkness, blood and lust. He's been searching for his mate ever since he's escaped the southern vampire wars. He finally finds her in the one place he never expected when he's summoned by her. Not only does he get the chance to put old demons to rest but he gets the chance to free his mate.

Side Note: Things to know about incubus vampires.

•Incubus vampires are stronger, faster, and more powerful than regular vampires. An incubus vampires skin is softer than a regular vampires and warm to the touch. If they have a gift it's much more stronger than the average vampire.

•Incubus vampires are immune to fire and the only way they can be killed is being brutally ripped apart and lit on fire by there own mate, and an incubus vampires mate can only die by their mates hand.

•An incubus vampire is summoned by making a three ringed circle. One inside of the other and the summoner must have something that belongs to the incubus vampire. (Blood of a soulmate counts!) An incubus vampire can no longer be summoned by anyone but their mate once they taste their mates blood or venom.

•Once an incubus vampire tastes the blood(or venom) of their mate then they will feed off of their mate for the rest of eternity or their existence. The incubus vampire's mate will also feed off their mate as well.

•Upon tasting their mates blood or venom for the first time the incubus vampire will receive all of their mates memories up until that point and when the mate feeds on them the same thing occurs. (This only happens once)

•An incubus vampire is a very possessive, dominant and extremely sexual creature. If they have a mate that is human or hybrid they instinctively have the need to breed their mate.

Chapter 1: Free

3rd P.O.V

The Mexican desert smelled of death, well if death had a smell then it would smell of the ashes and burnt embers around her. It smelled of spilt venom and dried blood that caked her clothes. If death had a smell it would smell of smoke and brimstone. The nearby fire lit the darkened area and illuminated the sand. The vampire at her feet was all that was left. Her army ashes and embers curtesy of the redheaded female.

The black haired vampire glares at the redheaded woman. Her scarlet eyes darkened in rage, fury and anger. She was furious, not because she had cared about the loyal soldiers who had met there demise by the redheads scarred hands, not even angry because those who chose not to stand with her were now free, but no, she was furious that she'd been bested, beat, and now was chained in the very cuffs she had created long ago to hold the redhead. She knew it was useless to try to escape. Futile to try and wriggle off the wooden slat she was hooked on. The only thing left standing aside from her. She hissed, spat and snapped her teeth, but any movement made the venom coated metal around her wrist and ankles sink deeper into her marble skin.

The vampire finally just slumped on the slat, finally defeated, and now just tired. "Just kill me, already," She spat. The redhead grinned at her maliciously. She pulled out a blade that made the vampire's eyes widen in recognition. She twirled it in her fingers, and she doesn't bother giving a response. She simply turned on her heel, and knowing that the vampire wouldn't be able to escape her predicament she simply walked away leaving the vampire to spit, growl, and snarl after her until she gives up once the redhead is out of her range of senses.

The redhead gave a sigh as she walked through the remaining carnage that she had caused earlier. Her bare feet kicked the sand as she walked far away from the vampire's senses. She came to a stop and with the heel of her ankle drew a circle, big enough to stand in, then another, and a final one. She then stood in the middle. She took a breath and looked down at the blade in her hand. This was the first time she'd willingly let the blade slide across her skin. The only time that she'd ever welcome the feeling, and it'd be the last. She turned her palm face up and slid the blade across her palm.

The second the blade touched her skin was the second orange and yellow flames incased her and then he was there and she immediately used her gift to mask him. Rendering them both invisible so the black haired Mexican vampire nearby didn't catch his scent and wouldn't hear him if he said anything. She takes in his appearance in a nanosecond.

Black cowboy hat hiding scarlet eyes that immediately turned pitch black. He's dressed more elegantly than the plain black t-shirt and worn down jeans she's wearing. He's wearing a red and white buttoned up shirt that had his sleeve rolled up showing off strong muscular arms that are covered in the same bites that cover her skin. His jeans much cleaner than the worn out state of her own. He's wearing black cowboy boots that match the hat on his head, and she barely has time to notice any of this.

The fire dies.

The blade suddenly gone from her hand and her palm to his lips. With a moan at the taste of her blood he falls to his knees still sucking and she can feel everything he's feeling as he drinks her in. Reliving every memory she's ever had. It was over as soon as it began his tongue and venom sealing the wound. He kissed her palm letting out a deep purr from his chest as he stood up. His eyes are black shimmering with a mixture of lust, love and understanding. An understanding that made her chest clench as he leaned in, and took a deep breath, breathing her in.

"Hello, my General," He mumered and then brushed his lips with hers.

Major Jasper Whitlock P.O.V

It had happened so quickly. One minute I am in idle chatter with my Lieutenant as I sit between her and her mate. My black cowboy hat strung over my eyes shielding my vision against the slowly setting sun. My legs crossed as I leaned back against the porch swing the three of us are sitting on. Then I feel it. A summons which is impossible the only two who have anything of mine are with me!

I barely hear my Captains exclamation of "Have fun, Major, set the General free." Before I get the chance to ask Peter just what in the fuckin fuck he meant by that I'm gone, the summons taking me over. It only takes a second when I appear to know just who has summoned me.

The scent alone is enough to ignite my senses, my instincts come alive, my body reacting, skin heating up, eyes turning pitch black and oh, oh fuck, desire, sweet desire, and I can feel venom pool in my mouth, and feel myself grow hard. And fuck this is just her scent!

Her Scent!

Mine! Mine! All fuckin MINE!

My mate!

I snatched the blade from her delicate skin, toss it to the side as I bring the bleeding palm to my mouth. The second her warm, hot, fresh and delicious blood hits my tastebuds I let out a moan as white hot bliss filled me. The sound leaves me without thought as I sink to my knees. The first touch of blood against my tongue and I watched her whole life flash before my eyes. Saw her every memory.

Saw her first memory inside her mother's womb.

Saw as she was born

Serenity Winters, my mate, MINE!

Saw as she grew the first years of her life filled with what it was meant to be, joy, love, and happiness.

I saw it when her gifts first manifested and she suddenly disappeared from her parents watchful gaze for the first time.

Watching as her parents freak out because they couldn't see, hear or smell her.

Watching the moment she accidentally projected so much happiness one day that she and her parents spent the whole day in nothing but giggles and laughter.

Watching the day her parents were cruelly taken away from her when Benito came to their little house in Texas and killed her parents who used to be in his army before they escaped.

Watched as a little girl who whilst looking like a teenager but having the mindset of only a seven year old child was forced headfirst into the southern Vampire wars.

Saw as she fought for survival.

Saw it as she grew.

Saw it as she rose through the ranks and became the General. Then watched her carefully devise a plan to take out Benito. Slowly thinned out his ranks. Getting punished every time she let someone escape. Her pattern to random for Benito to pick up that it was actually her who willingly let others escape.

Watched as she took out Benito giving the small group of troops who were left the choice to either flee or stay and die. She did the one thing that the Volturi couldn't do and took down Benito.

Then came Maria.

Once again my mate was dragged into war. Forced to fight, and Maria forced her to use her gift to hide. She was Maria's secret weapon. Always having to hide. Her empathetic gift was useful in training newborns.

I watched once again as she rose up the ranks. Became the General. Maria's first in command. I watched as I came along and she immediately knew who I was but had she let herself be seen, done anything outside the norm. Maria would've known, would've tried to kill me and failing cause only my mate can actually kill me, she would've tortured me. She would've tortured me to insanity and my mate would've been helpless and made to watch.

So she planned and waited.

I watched as she willingly let me go. Hell even followed me until we were safely outta the dodge.

Watching the aftermath, the brutal punishment she received for my escape. Maria's cruelty only worsened.

Her using the same tactics to thin Maria's ranks till few were left and then watching as she struck early this morning and once again offered freedom to those who wanted it before killing the rest. Now Maria's all that's left and my mate thinks me the worthy one to end it. She's tired and all she wants is to be free.

The memories were over as soon as they began and my brain processed them all at once. I sealed the wound using my tongue and venom. A deep purr rumbled from my chest. I kissed her palm, letting my lips caress the new scar and raised to my full hight.

"Hello, My General," I mumered and brushed my lips with hers.

I pulled back from the kiss my eyes take in her appearance that I had failed to notice whilst being caught up in my instincts. Her red hair was matted, tangled, her face maimed by a scar going from her forehead and clearly cutting through her right eye leaving it a milky white as opposed to her left eye that was a dark emerald. I knew exactly who did that to her. Maria, and she only maimed my mate like this because I escaped her clutches! The need for justice, for vengeance and revenge flowed over me. I reached out and ran the tips of my fingers over the length of the scar.

Her immediate desire washed over me.

Ohh, revisit that later Whitlock. I grin when she shuddered at my tender affection. It's time my little mate lets me take care of her. With a last stroke of my thumb against her skin I pulled back.

"It's high time ya let ya Major take care of ya, Darlin, time ya let me set ya free. Hm?" She took a breath at my words. Her emotions overwhelmed her, my words sinking into her little mind as she realized that her mates here now, her dominant, she ain't ever gotta be strong with me.

I feel her realization, her submissive instincts reacting to me, and just when her knees buckled I scooped her up into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I can tell that using her gift constantly combined with the current emotions of the mating bond was draining. My poor mate was exhausted.

"I gotcha, baby, enough masking us, let's deal with that lil bitch over yonder and get ya outta here. Make us visible." I ordered. It happened instantly I could feel the effect of her gift lessening. I smiled down at her and clutched her to my chest tightly.

"That's a good girl." She shivered and once again I am hit with a wave of desire. Oh, gonna have to revisit that later too. I stepped out of the summons circle and walked us through the remains of the carnage. My mate was going to be free, and it will be me who frees her, she'll never have to hide again, never have to fear, and never will I let anything like this happen again! I protect her, not the other way around! It's time my General learn that her Major can take care of himself, and it's time Maria, my maker, the bitch who's kept my mate under her thumb learn what happens to anyone who dares harm, mess, and enslave the mate of Major Jasper Whitlock! Oh, my sires death was coming and my General will be fuckin free!