Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Growing Up

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 29:

Jasper POV

The time was near. I had to strike soon before Peter Whitlock destroyed my army one by one. Edward had already betrayed me and ran off. I thought he would crawl back and I could use him and then kill him afterward. It was not to be.

Alice saw him trying to win over another girlfriend and then his future disappeared.

A disappearing future for no reason means Bella Swan. Bella and Peter and their rag tag band of followers.

Now Maria was gone. Not that bad of a loss but her newborns were gone as well. Thirty pawns gone. My plan to lead the Volturi into the caverns of Mexico gone. The covens I had assembled and the nomads were beginning to question what the hell was going on. I had taken out a few key members of the Volturi myself. They had picked up their own unwilling soldiers. Mine however were very willing. They were also restless.

We had the numbers. They had Alec and Jane. Jane could only hurt one at a time but she knew how to use that to her advantage. She would be targeting me. Alec could take out the masses. Hence the reason I wanted the newborns in a cavern. Alec takes them out and we attack from above.

I didn’t have time to make more newborns. We only had ten. The others were too difficult to control. They had to be destroyed. I have no idea how Peter and Bella took out thirty newborns. It took all of our combined efforts to take out the ten we had. Bella Swan must be powerful. Very powerful. Her shield blew me through a wall. She was probably only months old at the time. Before Eleazar had to go, he theorized that her shield was actually a swirl of possible antimatter. She could fry vampires with it once she had control. It wouldn’t matter. Once this was done I could focus on finding her parents. If she wouldn’t be controlled she could at least be destroyed.

“What are you thinking about Jasper?” Alice asked walking in. Esme dead. Rosalie dead. My Mate was the only one I could turn to for tension release at the moment. I would be turning more attractive newborns soon. This was another heartbreaking mistake I made. I really, really had looked forward to Bella Swan being a part of the family. She would have been a good fuck. Quiet maybe. I doubt she would even whimper while being fucked, as quiet as she was. Probably a little uninvolved. But still good. Variety is important. I thought of sending lust Maggie’s way but Liam would not take his eyes off of her. He still didn’t trust me. But after the Volturi chased them, and I saved them, they really had no place left to turn.

“We need to attack soon Alice. Send a newborn on a scouting mission. He of course will be caught. Aro will read his mind and see where we are. Or where we are going to be. We lead them there and end them once and for all.”

“Where are we going to fight Jasper?” she asked, dropping to her knees, knowing I didn’t call her in here to gather her thoughts on war tactics.

“We are going to talk about that in a while. I am grabbing a map and try to find the most advantageous area. You are going to let me know if I am making the right decision.”

“Of course.”

“Take off your shirt. No need to get your clothes dirty. Come here and get started.”

“Of course Jasper.” Alice peeled her shirt off and moved on her knees to me. Too bad about the short hair. She would be much more attractive with longer hair and I would have something to hold on to.

I would strike in two weeks. I would move my army then and send a newborn to scout the Volturi. It would mean a soldier down but I needed them to think they were chasing us as opposed to being led into a trap.

Stephan and Vladimir would gather their friends. I had the Amazons, the Japanese, the Irish, Alistair, and a few random nomads. The nomads I wanted, Randall and Garrett were hiding with Peter.

Peter was another concern. I had no doubt that he was spending every moment planning his revenge. I think he will find I will be a bit more difficult for him to kill than Edward was for Bella.

I simply had to play on Peter’s pent up emotions. He caught me off guard last time with his rage. This time. I was counting on him feeling rage. It would be easy to magnify. To make him sloppy. He was strong and fast. But he was not me. Not when I was prepared. I hadn’t been prepared at the Cullens. I would be now.

Unlike Peter I had other things to take care of first. I didn’t have the luxury of sitting around and obsessing over killing him the way he is obsessing over me. That would be his undoing. There was no doubt. He was thinking of nothing but me.

BPOV

“You are full of shit Peter!”

“Bella you shouldn’t curse in Church.” Asshole whispered.

“Why? You think God doesn’t know you are full of shit? Tell him Father. God knows he is full of shit, right?”

“Let’s take it a step back. We are discussing conflict resolution skills. Not conflict skills.”

“Fine but I do not cry every time we have a fight!” I glared at Peter. He was pissing me off. If he didn’t cut it out he was going to make me… damn it!

“Okay….”Father Francis held his hands up…” Peter you have said in a safe environment in which we are not judging each other…” Damn it. He looked at me. “that you feel every time you get into an argument with Isabella, that she cries because she knows you can’t stand to see her do that. It’s her method of getting what she wants.”

“Yeah. I mean not every time but often enough. Enough that I wonder if she hasn’t taught herself to cry on command.”

I’m going to kill him.

“Isabella how do you feel Peter handles conflict?” Father Francis asked.

“He acts like I am being stupid for even disagreeing with him. He pouts and stares out the window. Or if he realizes he is wrong before I can cry, he starts quoting Red Book to me, forgetting that I read that magazine too.”

“Before you start crying Isabella?” Father raised an eyebrow.

Shit.

“Told you Father. She does it on purpose.” Peter smiled. I growled.

“I do not! You can be very insensitive at times!”

“You can be overemotional at times!” he countered, completely wrong as usual.

“He thinks I’m a kid Father. He says he doesn’t but he thinks I am. Unless I’m in the bedroom with him. He certainly doesn’t think I’m a kid then. At least I hope not.”

“Peter is this true?” Father asked.

“No!”

I glared at him. He stared back at me. Father Francis cleared his throat.

“Okay. So what we have here is two sides of conflict resolution based on your personalities. The key is to not change your personalities but to perhaps tweak how you respond to each other during disagreements that reflect your mutual respect and love for each other while coming to an amicable agreement and compromise.”

“Did you read that in Red Book Father? Cause I think I read that same article.” Peter asked. I placed my head in my hands and took a deep breath.

“Isabella would you say you do respond to conflict with Peter a bit overemotionally at times?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe.” I whispered.

“Would you say that sometimes you might, just might play on Peter’s love for you by crying a bit? Sometimes?”

I glared at Peter who was not looking at me.

“Maybe…”

“What was that Bella? I don’t think Father heard you.” Peter helped.

“Yes. Maybe I do… sometimes!”

Peter looked so pleased with himself. I’m not buying Father Francis any stoves.

“Peter would you say you can be a bit insensitive to Isabella’s concerns at times?”

Whoa. Stoves may be back in play.

“No. I mean maybe. But she can be…”

“What Peter? What can she be?” Father asked smiling.

“Yeah Peter. Were you going to say a brat or a kid?” I helped.

“I wasn’t going to say anything like that Bella. You know I don’t think of you like that. Not anymore. I was going to say you could be whiny. You tend to whine sometimes.”

Grrrrr.

“How do handle these times when she whines as you say?”

“I probably leave or give in or say something…”

“Sarcastic. Sarcastic is the word he is looking for Father. Very, very sarcastic.”

“Thank you Isabella but it is Peter’s time to talk.”

There went the stoves off the table again.

“She’s right. I can be a bit of an ass.”

Damn it. Now I want to hold him for admitting that. Arrgghhh.

“How do the two of you think you could resolve conflicts and disagreements without resorting to crying or being a bit of an ass?”

Neither of us talked for a few moments.

“I suppose I could not react so quickly and try to understand his reasoning.” I admitted.

“Yeah, I could probably stop being such a smart ass and try to explain my thinking and come to a better understanding of where she is coming from.”

Okay. He wasn’t going to beat himself up. He wasn’t that bad.

“Baby you aren’t most of the time. I’m just being defensive. You are usually very patient with me and you do support me. I guess I can be a bit of a brat.”

“Yeah but I do hurt your feelings like the other night and I shouldn’t do that. I need to think before I talk sometimes.”

God he is so beautiful.

I leaned over and kissed him. I kept kissing him. I swear I could get lost in him…

“Excuse me? Church? Why don’t we move on? Have we talked about careers more?” Father Francis asked, totally killing the mood.

“Uh yeah. I want to be a swim coach. Maybe set up a natatorium for kids that can’t afford to go anywhere else.”

“You do?” Peter asked, surprised. We really hadn’t gotten around to talking about that.

“Yeah. I mean it’s just an idea.” I said, a little apprehensive as to whether he would laugh at me or not.

“Cool.” He said noncommittally. Better than making fun of me.

“I think that sounds like a great idea Isabella. What about you Peter?”

“Yeah sounds great.” He said.

“No. I mean have you given any thought to what you would like to do?”

“Uh… no… I mean I was busy with the whole movie you wanted us to watch and then I had to hunt and then uhh…”

“You two weren’t…” Shit. Father Francis is looking at me. I shook my head in the negative at vampire speed. His eyes got wide. Probably got to remember to keep it slow around the good Father.

“No! I was… I mean you know I got to end this Whitlock thing. I’m spending a lot of time thinking of our next move.”

“Don’t stress over it. God will tell you when the time comes to strike Peter. Until then relax.”

“Relax? God will tell me?” Peter looked at me in disbelief like it’s my fault.

“Sorry Peter. Your vampire knowing thing will tell your vampire self where to attack the vampires. The whole knowing thing that has no rhyme or reason and you follow without question. The same vampire thing that brought you to be reunited and protect your soul mate. Of course God has nothing to do with it. It is simply an unknown source of information that comes from somewhere unknown and requires you to follow it due to faith. No God needed. The point is you will know when the time is right. So why don’t we relax and think about our upcoming marriage and the challenges that will face the two of you?”

The stoves were definitely back on the table.

“No need to be sarcastic Father. Maybe you need to work on your conflict resolution skills.” Peter mumbled.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that Peter.”

“Nothing…”

“He said you didn’t have to be sarcastic and you needed to work on your conflict resolution skills Father.” I helpfully clarified.

“Suck up.” Peter whispered. I kicked him.

“Thank you Isabella. My apologies Peter. I simply want you to have the proper motivation to complete this course. I’m sure you don’t want to wait any longer than necessary to take your beautiful bride in a Biblical manner.”

Peter laughed.

“If you knew how she was in bed you would know the Bible ain’t got nuthin to do… OWW!”

“What Peter means to say is he is sorry and will definitely be focusing more on these classes Father.” I finished for him before he really pissed me off. The kick was probably harder than it needed to be.

“Excellent. Peter, tomorrow I want you to have a few ideas on things you may be interested in.”

“Yes Father.”

“Now, why don’t we end this session for tonight? Peter have you decided if you want to share Isabella’s faith?”

“Yeah. Yeah I want to.”

“Excellent. Isabella you may leave if you wish. I will be spending a couple hours with Peter here. Or you may stay but you cannot become involved. I realize you have already gone over much of this material but he needs to learn and discuss without interference.”

“I’ll stay Father.” Like I was going to miss this.

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“I can’t believe you knew that much of the Bible!” Bella said for the fifth time.

“I’ve read it a couple times. Read the Torah as well. Even read the book of Mormon. We have a lot of time on our hands and we read fast. You know that darlin. Hell, I read the Warren Commission report on the Kennedy assassination.”

“So you think…”

“Absolute bullshit. Definitely a second shooter from the grassy knoll. No other explanation.”

She nodded. I knew she felt the same.

We walked in and the house was quiet. The main house was quiet as well. I suppose everyone had gone off hunting. Randall, Benjamin and Tia had been going to New Mexico to hunt. They have purposely been picking on Roswell hoping they could start a new blood sucking vampire Alien craze. Vampires have way too much time on their hands. Especially when they aren’t having sex.

As much as I loved having these guys around, I could not wait until this was over. It would be me and Bella and quiet. She loved to walk around the house naked. We could get married and hang out all day and night wrapped up in each other. Careers my ass. I was going to make a career out of makin love to her and I planned to put in a lot of overtime.

“Hey what did you think about the whole kids thing he was talking about? He didn’t bring it up but…”

“What do you think?” I would do whatever made her happy. Didn’t matter much to me. Having a brat around here though would definitely cut down on her walkin around the house naked time.

“I want to hear what you think. Not what you think I want to hear.” She said quietly, looking me in the eyes.

How did I feel?

“I guess I like the idea that that option might be open for us one day. What about you?”

“I… I could see us doing it. One day. Not soon but one day.”

“There ya go. Want to watch Princess Bride again?” I give it to the Padre. It’s a great movie.

I held her until morning. We watched the movie. She took little breaths and let me watch the rise and fall of her breasts under her shirt.

“I’m not going to cry anymore during or after fights.” She finally said, standing up and walking to the bathroom.

That was sudden.

I relaxed and turned the TV on to ESPN, when I heard her scream. Thoughts filled my mind in the split second it took me to get to the bathroom. Vampires? Whitlock? Volturi?

“Fucking Garrett!” she yelled as I ran in.

“She was naked. She was wet. But that for once didn’t immediately catch my attention.

Her hair was blue. It looked like paint… She had a bottle in her hands. The top must not have been screwed on right. She also had blue streaks running over her face down to her… hey there. Remember me guys?

Bella looked feral.

“I’m going to find him. I’m going to hurt him. I am going to give Kate her own dildo from his body. He isn’t going to be undead much longer. Just dead.”

Bella began walking out. I grabbed her and reminded her she was naked. She said she didn’t care. I said I really didn’t want other guys seeing her like this.

That calmed her down somewhat.

She stormed off into the bedroom and got dressed I suppose. I was about to calm her down somewhat when my phone buzzed.

Jenks.

“What’s up?”

“Hiya Petey.”

“Jenks. How’s your daughter?”

“Getting pretty good with that horse you bought her. She is training for steeple events if you can believe that.”

“So you callin to socialize or business? Not that I don’t love socializing with you but my girl is about to kill a friend of mine over a practical joke and I probably need to use some of my new conflict resolution skills to head off the bloodshed.”

“Unfortunately business Peter. Our mutual friend has decided he needs a plane capable of carrying at least thirty people to fly them into Mongolia of all damn places. He wants it off the books. Asking for an airport off the books in the middle of nowhere. Says he wants it as close to the Gurvan Mountain range as possible. He wants to leave in two weeks. Any idea of why he would want to go there?”

“Yeah. I got an idea. I am familiar with the place.”

Bella and I were killed fighting Ghengis Khan there nearly 800 years ago when our tribe refused to join his nomadic alliance. Looks like we were going back to fight another nomadic alliance. This time we would win. We had more than a few spears at our disposal this time.

“Anyway I thought you might be interested.”

“Jenks could you arrange for us to fly in the same way to the same airport or one near there two days before he lands?”

“Yeah, Pete.”

“These guys at the airports out there. They keep their mouths shut? I don’t want to them to know we are already there.”

“No problem. I can make sure of it. Hey Peter? What are you going to do there?”

I didn’t have to think about this one.

“It’s time to end this, Jenks. You are about to lose Mr. Whitlock as a client.”

“Glad to hear it. Good luck to you friend. Anything I can do for you, let me know.”

Jenks ended the call.

“He’s going to fight the Volturi in the Gurvan?” Bella asked. I turned and saw she was no longer angry. She had washed the streaks off her face. Streaks of blue still colored her hair. It was kinda hot honestly.

“Yep.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We get there. We find a place to watch. Let the Volturi and Whitlock fight it out. I am betting on Whitlock winning. Then we go in.”

“Kill them all?” she asked smiling.

“Yep. Kill them all.”

BPOV

Father Francis was very understanding when we had to break classes and leave. The past week Peter and I had done really well. Peter was making big strides and I was having to really examine my actions in regards to his. I told him once he was insensitive to my needs and took me for granted. I realized I was probably taking him for granted many times as well. It didn’t make me feel good but at least now I could be aware of what I was doing and head it off before I manipulated him to get my way.

Father Francis told us to take care of this and to set the wedding a month after we got back. He said we would be ready by that time. I couldn’t wait. I was so horny I was expecting to blow up any second.

I asked Father Francis since we were going into a life or death battle if he thought one time wouldn’t hurt things. He made me go to Confession and then wished us good luck after reminding me of the whole no sex till marriage thing.

That was cool. It just meant I would have that much more aggression to tear motherfuckers up with. I had increased my smoking. Garrett by way of apology somehow managed to get me Cuban cigars. I see what the big deal is now. I forgave him. The dye had nearly came out of my hair anyway. Bastard.

So here we were hanging out in cam clothes, smoking cigars. Least I was. Peter was pouring over landscape maps with Garrett, Benjamin and Randall. The girls were practicing fighting or feeding on the local wildlife. Except for Tia. She was getting to know the locals by drinking their blood. It made me reminisce about my time in the Congo. But honestly my blood lust was getting under control. I was hungry a lot but it was manageable. I needed to learn to control it completely if my after war plan was to come together. You can’t be around kids and have an out of control bloodlust. That would just be dumb.

“They have landed.” Peter whispered. That caught all of our attentions.

“Where are they?” I asked.

Peter pointed to a valley between two large mountains covered in trees.

“They will be here. The Volturi will be here tomorrow morning. Jasper will attack from the sides, probably send in newborns to take on Alec while he stands with the Romanians behind them. The others take the guard from behind. Aro will lead his army right where Jasper wants them, relying on Alec and Jane to be able to give them an advantage in any situation. He is overconfident.”

“Just like Santa Ana. Letting himself be led by the nose.” I whispered.

“Yep.” Peter agreed.

“Do we warn the Volturi?” Randall asked.

“Nope. Let it play out. The Volturi are our newborns. Let them thin out the army. Whitlock doesn’t care about his people. He will throw them into the fire so long as he doesn’t get burned in the end.”

“I can cause the mountains to collapse. Bury them in rock after the fight is over. While they climb out we will take care of them.” Benjamin said.

“Keep it in mind Ben. Be ready to go. Just make sure we aren’t in the rocks that are falling.” I grinned.

“You know, I wouldn’t actually make a hole in the Earth that would cause us all to fall in Bella. That would be dumb. Give me some credit.”

I laughed and hugged him.

“You’re right Benny. I’m just picking on you.”

Still I would keep an eye on him. Causing a hole in the Earth that we all dropped into seems like the kind of thing he would do.

Peter held me for the next 24 hours. Neither of us said a word. It was enough we were together. We should have been nervous. We should have been scared. We were going into a fight uninvited against the most powerful vampires in the world.

So why did I feel like Christmas morning was coming and it was all most time to open the presents?