I sit, waiting for him – poised. Ready.
I breathe steadily, trying to clear my mind. Still, thoughts of past sessions come to mind unbidden, and I have to work to remain still, to fight the urge to squirm, to touch.
It’s been weeks since he introduced me to this life, since he began to teach me. I’m a quick learner, he tells me.
He’s shown me so many things. Brought me to new heights I never dreamed possible.
He plays my body as skillfully as he does his guitar, leaving me longing for more.
The door opens.
“Hello, my pet.”
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“Bring it,” I taunt him, knowing Emmett never backs down from a challenge.
The gleam in his eyes tells me he won’t be holding back, which suits me fine. We’ve been skirting around the issue for weeks now, and I’m beyond frustrated.
Not angry. Just… in need of a good release, and it appears this is the only way I’ll get one.
We spar for what feels like hours, neither of us giving way until he manages to sweep me off my feet.
He lands on top of me, his chest heaving. His eyes burn into mine. He rasps, “Jazz…”
“It figures the coffeepot would be the first thing you unpacked,” I chuckle.
He grins, raising one eyebrow. “Of course! Gonna need plenty of my favorite nectar to survive all this.”
He tilts his head to all the boxes piled everywhere.
My lips twitch as he pours us both coffee. “So, this is your favorite, huh? Damn, and here I thought…”
I let my words trail, knowing he’ll get what I’m not saying. Sure enough, he lightly nudges my arm, his voice huskier than before. “You know that that doesn’t count, mister.”
“Do I, now?”
Leaning in, he kisses me.
A/N: My dearest CaptainJezebel. I know you’re having a hard time of things, so me and the boys just wanted to try to cheer you up a bit. Enjoy!
Sighing, I stare out at the sea, letting the shouts and hollers of the guys wash over me. I know I should participate – it’s our last day here, after all – but I just… can’t. Because tomorrow, he’ll be gone, and knowing that leaves me feeling drained. Cold.
I shiver, closing my eyes.
I startle at the feel of Edward climbing into my lap, his arms around my neck.
He smiles. “Don’t be sad, Jay,” he murmurs.
“Can’t help it.”
He leans in. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
I blink in confusion. “Really?”
“Mhmm. Everything’s arranged. I’m staying.”
He kisses me.
He’s not here…
I glance up at the clock. According to the board, Edward’s train arrived ten minutes ago, but I see no sign of him. He knows where to go: the photo booth by the clock, as always.
My eyes search the crowd for that familiar glimmer of copper, finding none.
Five more minutes…
Straining, I stand on tip-toe, hoping to see. It’s been so long since he was here. I ache to hold him again.
“I hate this long-distance shit,” I grumble.
Arms snake around me from behind as lips press against my cheek. “Couldn’t agree more, babe.”
“C’mon, show me!” Jasper whines.
Biting my lip, I shake my head, my hold on the necklace tightening.
He pouts. “Please? I want to see what Alice sent you for your birthday.”
Several minutes pass with Jasper pleading, coercing, even resorting to tickling me to make me comply. In the end, he wins – of course. I open my palm to show the single head of wheat encased in resin.
Jasper looks at me questioningly, and I blush.
“Alice made it,” I mumble, my eyes flickering over his face. “Because it reminds me of you.”
I reach out, touching his hair.
“Hey, Ed! Come look at this!”
Jasper’s excited voice rouses me from sleep. Scrubbing my face in an attempt to chase the last cobwebs of slumber away, I mumble, “What, baby?”
“Just… come, babe, you’ve got to see this!”
With a groan, I get up, making my way across our new house to where he is in the living room, gazing out the french doors.
I smile as I see the source of his excitement and wrap my arms around him, kissing his neck.
“Look at all that snow,” he murmurs, awed. He leans into me, sighing softly.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You missed, asshole.”
Emmett’s triumphant taunt as Edward aims for the last bottle sets Ed’s teeth on edge. He shoots and misses – again – to howls of delight from Emmett.
Grudgingly, Edward hands the rifle back to me, rolling his eyes.
Loading the gun, I take careful aim, ignoring everything around me – especially the comments coming from Emmett and Edward alike as they intend to distract me.
I take my time squeezing the trigger and am rewarded by the satisfying sound of my bullet hitting its mark.
Emmett hollers, “Ohhhh! Winner and still reigning champion of the campsite shoot-out: Jasper Whitlock!”
Acquiesce
“It’s time,” she says.
I sigh. This “life’s” growing weary. Sometimes I wonder if there’ll ever be an end to it all.
The fighting.
The changing.
The killing.
The feeling.
None of it’s mine, and yet I bear it all, thanks to my…gift.
I glance around, then look at her again. So many, this time.
“All of them?” I ask, though I know the answer.
She nods curtly. “They’ve served their purpose, Major.”
Her tone is mocking and a reminder that this is my duty. Still, I try to persuade her.
“Have Peter help,” she says with finality.
I nod.
Bliss
She’s taken to this life with such tremendous grace that I still cannot comprehend it. I’ve never, in all my years, seen a newborn with her control.
Not just over her blood-lust – though the fact that she has it is amazing – but over her emotions, too.
Not to mention her strength!
At first, I stayed close because I feared for her, knowing how much she would hate herself if she lost control.
Now I stay because the sheer happiness she exudes is intoxicating in its own way.
She’s always been one of a kind, but never more so than now.