Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Louisiana Love

By Midnight Dreamer

Chapter 02: A Rose is a Rose

Louisiana 1894, late May.

(Arabella’s POV)

It took several weeks for us to finish planting this years crops. Now late into May, all that is left is to keep weeding and tending to them the best we can. Many of the migrant farm workers stayed to help with the summer work. One helper stood out amongst the others. She was neither poor nor a migrant. Miss Rosemarie Kinely from down the lane has been seen frequenting our farm. She has helped me in both the field and house work. We have become closer over the past weeks. 

I can see she has feelings for Em but yet again that man is blinder then a mole set loose in the middle of the day. It was one of those rare afternoons where I was doin’ house work when Miss Rosemarie entered our humble abode and asked to speak privately with me.

“Arabella dearest may I have a word with you?”

“By all means Miss Rose what can I do for you?”

“I wonder if you would know if Mr. Emmett speaks kindly about me? You know as well as I that I fancy him a bit and was wondering if he felt the same?”

“Now Miss Rose, if I were to tell you that it would break the confidence that Em has in me to keep his secrets. But if I perhaps tell you that I have seen him cast a few sweet longing glances in your direction I wouldn’t be breaking any secrets now would I? you could have heard it from any of the workers.”

“Why yes, that is true. So he glances does he?”

“He does. But what are you gonna do about this Miss Rose?”

“I do say I must give him something to look at then don’t I?”

“Oh Miss Rose!”

“Now promise me Arabella that you will not tell Mr. Emmett my plans to seduce him, it would spoil everything.”

*giggling* “No Miss Rosemarie I will say no such thing. My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you and good day.”

“Good day Miss Rose.”

With that she sashayed right out the front door. God bless Emmett he is gonna have his hands full with that one.

Louisiana 1894, June.

(Arabella’s POV)

Three weeks have passed since Rose began her crusade to capture Emmett’s attention and I do believe she has got it. He comes in from the fields all blushed and flustered. I know she has been helping to keep the weeds from overwhelming the harvest, but I fear she is overwhelming poor Emmett.

“Bella could you please come help me?”

“Em? What could you possibly need my help with, you have twelve men and Rose to help you in the field and I have to finish lunch for all of you.”

“Exactly. I need your help with Miss Rose. She is becoming a bit of a distraction. I can’t seem to get my work done with her around.”

*giggles* “Well brother dear, why don’t you pull your head out of your ass and realize that Miss Rosemarie is just as smitten with you as you are with her.”

“Arabella!”

“Well it’s true. She has been trying to get your attention for weeks now.”

“Is that why she has been following me around, and coming to work in the fields dressed in that way?”

“Yes dearest brother. Why don’t you just bite the bullet and ask Miss Rosemarie to go to the barn dance at the Dallas’s with you, and stop pussy footen around.”

“Why Miss Bella, I do believe I may just do that. But what about you lil sis I can’t leave you here all alone?”

“Oh I won’t be here alone. I to am going to the dance. Mrs. Dallas asked if I would come and help serve up refreshments and help with the baking.”

“Spying are we?”

“I’m offended and shocked that you would think such a thing of me. I would not do no such thing.”

“Uh-huh. If you say so Arabella.”

I watched as Emmett strutted out the back door into the garden, where he came upon one very over heated and sweaty Miss Rosemarie. He took her hand and lead her to the bench under the tree in the back yard. Sitting down side by side I watched the blush rise in both their cheeks. I could see his lips moving but couldn’t hear what was said. But I knew the second she squealed and threw herself into his arms that he asked her to the dance and that she accepted. Step one of my plan has been completed. Get Em and Miss Rose together so he leaves me be.

Two days later, Barn dance at the Dallas’s.

I watched from behind the refreshment table as Rose and Emmett twirled around the dance floor. It was a beautiful sight to behold. They make such a lovely couple. I have been approached myself by several of the available bachelors asking for my hand in a dance, but have declined them all respectfully. Telling them that I am still grieving for the loss of my Brother and his wife. I know it is low and cowardly but I believe that Peter and Charlotte would have loved some of the other excuses I have given tonight. Peter always found my stubborn and bullheadedness amusing. However he used the term spirited.

Emmett may not know this yet but I know he will be asking to court Miss Rose before the night is through. I don’t know how I know this but I do. It is something I have always been able to do. I just know some things. Peter called it intuition. I just see it as not being blind, I am very observant. Daddy always said it would get me into trouble one day, but I believe that it has kept me out of troublesome situations. The night ended just as I predicted though, Emmett asked Mr. Kinely if he could continue to court Miss Rosemarie, of course he accepted knowing that we owned our land, and were not down fallen like most of the county were.

Southern Texas 1894, June.

(Peter’s POV)

It has been nine months since we were turned into these monsters of war. Charlotte and I have managed to keep ourselves alive. We have become close to a man they call the Major. It took months for me to break through his tough exterior but underneath it all he really is a great guy. He served in the Civil War. He was 17 when he joined, by lying about his age. By the time he was 19 he became the youngest Major ever in the war, even if they thought he was 21. Two years after that while he was helping to relocate civilians out of the war zone he was stopped by the war wench herself Maria. He was turned by her just before the second battle of Galveston.

He has been at this for over 30 yrs. I can understand how he feels. Well it helps that he is projecting his anger and depression. Oh did I mention that the Major is an empath? Yeah that is why he is the best. Without him Maria would have been defeated decades ago. He has come to rely on me and char. He sired us after all. We have a connection. I feel as if I was brought to him for a reason I just don’t know why yet. I know I can’t let anything happen to him.

The Major thinks I have a gift. I think he is full of shit. I told him I don’t but he thinks I do. I just know shit! I don’t know how to explain it, all I can say is that it is similar to what my paw used to say Arabella has. She is just really observant and can see through others bullshit. Now Miss Charlotte, that woman has a gift. She can see souls. Strange I know; as we all feel we are soulless bastards but my woman says no way in hell is that true. The Major says we have to keep Charlotte’s gift a secret cause if the war wench were to find out about it, she would use it against others to destroy them.

How would she do that you ask? Well let me tell you how. When a vampire (yes that is what we are, unbelievable I know but hey roll with it.) meets his soul mate they are complete and inseparable. If one of the pair should be killed it would send the other into a massive rage and eventually a destructive spiral that would lead to that vampire becoming completely changed into something unthinkable, a complete killing machine bent on revenge. Would Maria use that to her advantage, yes I believe she would. She would string a tale of lies to convince this new being that her enemy is the one to blame for it’s loss and set it lose on them.

Not a good thing. So we keep it under wraps. The Major has been working the two of us extra hard. Our year as newborns is almost up. I have seen what happens to the others if they are not up to par. I do not wish to lose Char or put the Major further into depression, by having to kill one of us.

Southern Texas 1894, September.

(Peter’s POV)

Several more months have passed. Our year marker has come finally. The Major has made me his second in command. We are more like brothers now. We go into battle together and fight side by side. We are unstoppable. The Major has earned a new name over this past year. They call him the God of War. I have heard it mumbled among the troops of our enemies. Most small covens won’t even attempt to attack us or fight against us because of him. It was after one such battle that I over heard a conversation Maria was having with the Major.

“Major the time has come to dispose of the older newborns. They have outlived their usefulness and some have become distractions to the more seasoned soldiers. I know you have become fond of Peter, your second in command as you like to call him and you are correct in keeping him. He is a great fighter and will be very useful in battles. The rest must be destroyed.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I watched as he walked away from her tent heading in the direction of the barracks and the fire pit.

“Peter I know you are lurking near by come help me dispose of the waste.”

“Yes Major.”

I watched his mask appear. It is the mask he wears to hide the pain he feels from them as he rips them to pieces. Room by room they are brought in. Men first and Women last. The Major says that they are often the ones that get to him the most. He said if his momma were alive to see him like this she’d of walloped him real good. I understand what he means. My momma taught me to respect women, and Char would kick my ass if she ever found out about me man-handling any woman.

Several hours later we were to the last barrack. When the final woman came in my dead heart lurched. There in all her glory stood Char. I looked at the Major with a withered pleading look on my face. He saw and felt my pain. He looked at Char with a pained expression. Char in her utmost cockiness stood up tall and looked right at him.

“Well Major let’s get this over with. If your gonna do it get a move on; I ain’t got all day.”

The Major looked shocked. I swear I actually saw him crack a smile at her. The first and only smile. Something in him must of switched cause the next thing I know he looks directly at me.

“Run”

“What?”

“Run Peter. Take Miss Char and run. I can’t hurt her. I won’t kill her. You two have become like family to me. Something I thought I lost years ago, and I won’t loose it again. Take her and run.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice Major. But what about you?”

“I will be fine, she can’t hurt me anymore then she has already, now go before she comes and finds out. I will say you ran off, when my back was turned we all know what a sneaky bastard you are. Now go.”

“Good-bye Major.”

“Good-bye my brother.”

With that Char and I took off running out of camp. We ran for miles. When we came to the Louisiana border we had a decision to make. Go home and check on Arabella and Emmett or wait around here and plan a rescue mission for the Major.

“Char what do you think we should do?”

“I don’t know Peter, let’s just see what is out here for us first before we decide whether or not to check in on our family, then we will see about the Major. He is strong and a survivor. You know as well as I do he could take that bitch out if he really wanted to but he doesn’t know another way. Let’s find it first so we have a reason to go back for him.”

“Your right hun’. Let’s go find us some criminal types to quench this thirst first. I won’t go back on my morals just because we ain’t at war anymore.”

“Right sweetness let’s go.”