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 an 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. (This rarely happens, but when it does it's usually the dominant male who kills their submissive mate.)

•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, and I mean really sexual. They constantly crave their mate. Have the urge to claim and constantly dominate their mate. 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 out through clenched teeth.

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, the cold silver metal reflecting the full lit moon into the black haired vampire's crimson gaze, 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 had no clue if it would work. She wanted it to work, she was anxious though, wondering if this would be enough, would it? Would he even want her? Did she even deserve him after years of hiding? She could only hope that if he found her unfit for him that he'd offer her death, after all she was just tired and If he didn't want her, well, she'd rather him kill her than be left alive on her own, alone for the rest of her existence. She's waited, watched, and fought for so long. It was time for it to end and he was the only one who was fit to end it, and she just wanted to be free. One way or the other. 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 dark 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 leather 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 deep 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 that 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 every sense, my instincts come alive, my body reacting, skin heating up, eyes turning pitch black and oh, oh fuck, desire, sweet, delicious, all consuming 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 at 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 into a woman.

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. Stay invisible, constantly suppress her scent, her presence. Anything that alluded to her at all. She was Maria's secret weapon. Always having to hide. Her empathetic gift much like my own was useful in training newborns.

I watched once again as she rose up the ranks. Became the General once more. 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. Forcing her instincts away for my safety. Something a submission mate should NEVER have to do!

I watched as she willingly let me go. Hell, even followed me until we were safely outta the dodge, but knowing that she couldn't run with me, least we have Maria after us for the rest of time. She let me go and returned to put a more permanent end to Maria

Watching the aftermath, the brutal punishment she received for my escape. Maria's cruelty only worsened. She became vexed by my escape and at a time was going to hunt me down. Then my mate really began to put her plan into action.

I watched 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. Me! 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 drawled 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. The textured skin warm underneath my fingers. She leaned into my touch and her immediate desire, and longing washed over me, and I can smell her.

I...can... smell... her!

I breathe in deeply.

I Can Smell Her!

Another breath.

Mmm Fuck,

I can smell her...Arousal

Ohhh, fuck if all it takes is a single touch to make her wet for me...Fuck, I swallowed my own venom. Mmm, Ohh, fuck, okay 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, and clasped my hands behind my back. I smirked at her, tilting my head slightly to the side, and lazily licked my lips.

"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. Gasping, a sharp breath of air, as if just realizing that I am actually in front of her. Her emotions overwhelmed her, awe, amazement, relief, so much fuckin relief, realization and my words sink into her little mind and I know, that she knows, that her mates here now, her dominant, she ain't ever gotta be strong with me, ain't gotta hide from me anymore, never again!

I feel her realization, her submissive instincts reacting to me, coming into play as she recognized me as hers, all hers, only hers, here for her, and just when her knees buckled, the weight of reality crumbling down on her, being too much for her to handle. All the strength draining from her body. I scooped her up into my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck, and I can tell that using her gift constantly combined with the current emotions of the mating bond was draining. My poor mate was exhausted, tired, so fuckin tired, and it was clear to me that she's been on this battlefield way too long.

Uncertain, weary, tired eyes gaze up at me, looking to me for direction, me for help, and that is how it should be.

"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 softly and It happened instantly I could feel the effect of her gift lessening. I smiled down at her, nuzzling my face into the soft skin of her neck as her body relaxed in my hold, and clutched her to my chest tightly.

"That's my good girl." I purred in her ear, emphasizes on my, cause she's my mate, in my arms, mine, cause she's mine and I know everything about her. Including that secret little fear in her head that I wouldn't accept her cause she had hidden, cause she thinks maybe I will take this chance at revenge and then leave her once it's finished, or we mate and after it's all over that I will suddenly realize what she did. My mates got it in her mind that somehow having hid from me, using her gift to survive, to protect herself and me, is somehow betrayal of trust.

Any other dominant vampire, even incubus vampire would bulk at the very thought that a submissive could have a gift as powerful as hers, and use it on the dominant without their permission or knowledge would go against the submissive mates instincts, and let alone to go against her own instincts for years. Oh any other dominant would be pissed at their mate, an incubus would be pissed enough to justify killing said mate out of rage, just to show the said submissive they too could deny the bond, but while it enrages me that my mate felt the need to have to constantly protect me, to hide away from me, and fight her own fuckin submissive instincts for me. I know why, I have seen her memories, and the fact my own mate cared enough to sacrifice her own safety, her health, and her life! Well it wouldn't be just so I could kill her in an over dramatic show of possession. I'd be a fuckin fool to let my rage cloud my rational mind to the point I'd kill my own mate.

She's mine and I am not like other vampires, or incubus vampires who would either punish or kill their own mate for denying their instincts for so long. Oh, we are gonna have a serious talk, and if she ever does something so stupidly selfless again for my sake, without any regard for her own safety, or fuckin health, well there was gonna be some serious punishment dulled out. It is my fuckin job to take care of her, but I know, I know that nothing to this extreme would ever happen again. Another incubus in this situation would hypothetically get revenge for their mate, in their need for vengeance they'd take it out on the submissive, killing the already weakened submissive in the process and die themselves from the loss of their mate.

That could hypothetically happen in normal circumstances but if anything wasn't normal it was the southern fuckin wars and the impossible situation my mate found herself in. I knew that this was my mates fear. That after everything I would be influenced by my all consuming desire to kill Maria and I would forget everything that I had just witnessed through her memory in my rage and end her existence just to show her that I can. That I don't need protection against anything or anyone, but my mate had no need for such a fear. I would gladly, fuck if I ever did such a thing, or even tried, I'd force myself to freeze and I'd willingly let it be her that tares me apart then harm a single hair on her head.

I hummed against her skin, placing an open mouth kiss to her throat, "You have no need to fear me, Sugah," I whispered trailing my tongue to her ear, delighted in tasting her sweet heated skin,

"The only one who is gonna die by my hand is Maria, not you my mate, never you, I have seen ya every thought, know everything about you, Serenity, and you my mate, will not die for being forced to hide from me! You will not be punished-" She flinched violently at the word, a high pitched, distressed whine leaving her lips and I made a mental note to never use that word again if it caused her this much distress as she tried to wriggle from my grasp only to freeze, stilling her movements completely as I snarled loudly in her ear.

"Shh, shh, hush, shh," I hushed her, and she immediately clamped her mouth shut the high pitched sound cutting off sharply. I purred trying to get her to relax and she did involuntarily.

"I will Not hurt ya, there are no consequences," I paused pulling away to gauge her reaction to the word. She was still too tense for my liking but her panic seemed to come to a sudden halt and she looked up at me. Her emerald eyes screamed of uncertainty, weariness and fear. I decided to continue hoping that when she heard that I had no plans to harm her and only plans to avenge her that she would calm.

"No consequences for something that was outta ya control. For hiding from me, ya think that I don't know what ya did, what ya had ta," I had to cut myself off before I became overwhelmed.

"You are mine, and the only two things that are going to happen tonight is Maria's death and claiming you! Ya mine, gonna be mine and going to stay mine, all mine, forever mine," At my words she blinked at me, hesitantly she relaxed.

"Yours?" Her voice was soft, full of such longing, and I had to stop myself from just saying fuck it all and make her mine right now. I tightened my grip, pulling her more firmly against my chest as I leaned down and brushed my lips with hers.

"Mine," I growled against her mouth before pulling away

She shivered and once again I am hit with a wave of desire. Sweet delicious desire, and she feels it so fuckin strongly. Oh, gonna have to revisit that later too. Seems like my mate was made for me. Mm the pleasure I can give her, just thinking about all the things that I can gladly give her, if she'll let me, I'd give her anything she wants, anything she needs, and when it's enough, I'll give her more, and more, and more, and more, until- 'Fuck, focus , Whitlock,' I mentally scolded myself as 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! Then I can make her mine! MINE!