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The Vampire Queen

Summary:
She was married in 1859 to Jasper Whitlock at the age of sixteen. One year later, he left to fight in the Civil War. In 1863 Jasper goes MIA but he really got changed. Two weeks later she was also turned and killed her sire. Now, 146 years later, Isabella Marie Swan-Whitlock is the new, powerful to the extreme vampire queen who killed the Volturi who opposed her and took control. But when the Cullens are at the party that will introduce her to the vampire community at large, what will happen when she sees someone who looks extermely like her Jasper, who she thought was long dead, then finds out it is, how will she react. And why is there a pixie like women attached to his arm? A Jasper/Bella story. Don't like these stories?? Don't read it.


Notes:
My first Jasper/Bella FanFic. Please rate and review. you know you love me, xoxo, Alice


4. Chapter 3: The Queen's Study - Jasper's Proposal

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Chapter 3: The Queen's Study- Jasper's Proposal


VPOV


I cannot believe that my mother actually thinks that this blond hair bimbo is my father. It's absolutely ridiculous. My father has been dead for 146 years. There is no way that this name, this intolerable, man is my father. There's just no way.

“Stop thinking of my brother that way. It's disrespectful,” Edward said to me.

“Okay, mister. First off, I do not have to do a thing you tell and I can think whatever I want to think. Secondly, how the fuck did you know what I was thinking,” I replied coldly, I was beyond pissed and he wasn't helping.

“Victoria Elizabeth Whitlock!” shit. “I never want to hear you say that word ever again. You are not acting like you are his elder at all. You will apologize to Edward and the rest of of his family, for they are your as well whether you like it or not, and then you will stop acting like a spoiled teenager! Is that understood?” I hated it when Mother was pissed at me, I just got her back 126 years years ago.

“Yes, Mom,” I replied quietly though I knew they all could hear me. In a louder voice I said, “My sincerest apologies, everyone. One of the things my mother and Lucy told me about my father is that he and I have very similar tempers. Once they're out they're out and there's no going back. My attitude is much like my mother's, though she keeps hers in better check.”

“That's quite alright, dear. We all let are tempers slip every now and then,” Esme said to me, she remind me of how I used to picture my mother, they're very similar in personalties.

“Thank you, Victoria. Now to answer your question, Edward is a mind reader, Alice is a sight seer, and Jasper is an empath,” my mother explained to me. Huh, their coven has three of my mother gifts. Well, that's interesting.

“Your mother has more that one gift?” Edward asked.

“Yes, Edward, I do,” my mother answered for my giving me a look that told me she wanted me to start blocking my mind, now. Will do. I thought quickly at her and stared to sing How Do I live by Leanne Rimes in my head in pig Latin. “We have much to discuss.”


APOV

This spoiled brat cannot be Jasper's child. They're nothing like each other. I mean yeah they do look a little like each other, but other then that they have nothing in common. This vamp is off her rocker or something. And why did she call me a “sight seer,” I see the future and that's it. I'm definitely not a “sight seer,” whatever that is.

“A sight seer can see the future, past, or both, Alice. Since you have the power to see the future that classifies you as a sight seer. I on the other hand can see both.” Shit. I forgot the queen can read minds. Well it doesn't matter. Jasper is my husband, she can't have him.

“I don't want to take Jasper from you, Alice. I, as an empath, can feel the love he has for you, and you for him. But the fact still remains that when we were human, Jasper and I were married and we share I child.” She paused here, reading someone else's mind probably. “I understand that you don't remember this, Jasper. All I want is to help you remember our human life together. I want you to be happy Jasper, and I'm so happy that you have found happiness with the Cullens. And Alice, please refrain from calling my daughter any names from now on. I understand how she's coming off to you but she usually contains her anger better than this.”

Fine. I thought to her. Just hurry up. I want to get my family and I out of here.

All right then,” she started. “Jasper, our story begins back when we were children.”



BPOV


“All right then,” I said, answering Alice's unsaid. “Jasper our story begins when we were children.”


Flashback

I was five and we just got new neighbors down the lane. My mother, Renee Elizabeth Swan, had made a batch of cookies as a “welcome to town” gift for the new neighbors, the Whitlocks, and had sent me, in my best dress, to deliver them.

“Don't mess up your dress, Isabella. And do not forget to invite them to dinner tomorrow night,” my mother yelled after me as I walked down the lane.

“Okay, Mother,” I called back to her.

I walked down the lane in a small rush. I wanted to find out if the Whitlocks had any children. Thankfully, I didn't trip once – I was quite clumsy – on the way to their house. I walked, carefully, up the front porch steps and was about to knock on the door when a little boy – about my age – with blond hair came flying through the door, knocking me to the ground, with a women about my mother's age, with the same blond hair came out after him.

“Jasper Alexander Whitlock! You get back here this instant!” she yelled after him. She sighed then looked down and notice me. “Oh, dear! Did Jasper knock you over, sweetheart?” she asked me as she helped me up.

“Yes, ma'am he did,” I replied. “My mother sent me over here to give you these cookies and welcome you to the neighborhood. She would also like to invite you to dinner tomorrow evening,” I said while giving her the basket of cookies.

“That's very kind of your mother, dear. Please tell her that we accept her invitation.”

“Yes, ma'am. We have dinner around 5:30 in the evening. And we're the Swans from down the lane.”

“Okay dear. We'll see you then. Oh, and I'm so sorry about Jasper. He can be a little rascal at times.”

End Flashback


“The next day, when you came over with your parents, you apologized for knocking me over. We became best friends,” I said. Everyone was shocked to find out that Jasper, 'Cool, calm, collected Jasper' – as Edward thought – was rambunctious as a child. Jasper recovered first.

“What were my parents' names?” he asked.

“Eleanor Victoria Whitlock and Joseph Henry Whitlock. They were very much in love just as my parents and we were. They loved you very much.

“Back to our story then? We were best friends for ten years. Then when I was fifteen. My father started to look for possible suitors for myself. I distasted most of them of them but one of them stood out in particular. He was charming and always a gentleman but I didn't love him. I'd fallen for my best friend but I couldn't wait for you forever.

“It was the night before the fancy dinner that the suitor, Jacob, had planned to ask me to marry him. My father, Charlie, approved of him greatly. I had no reason to say no to him.

“We were sitting on the swing on my porch talking. We hadn't had much time together since my birthday that year and you were upset about that. I told you that no matter what happens in our future that you were my best friend, and that I loved you, so I would always find/make time for you.

“After that we just sat there in comfortable silence while you thought about what I said.


Flashback

I waited for Jasper to say something. I had just told him that I loved him for the first time and he hadn't said anything. It was getting late, the sun had already began to set. It was time for him to go.

“Jasper, it's getting late. You should go,” I said as I was standing up to go inside.

Just before I was out of his reach, Jasper caught my wrist.

“Bella, wait,” he said. I turned to see him getting down on one knee and gasped.

Jasper pulled out a jewelry box. He opened it to reveal his great grandmother's engagement ring, the one his mother had showed to me when Jasper and I were ten.

“Bella, Isabella,” he said my name with so much love it was so hard to believe this was actually happening. “We have known each other for ten years now and throughout these past ten years you have been my best friend, my other half. You were there for me when my grandmother passed two years ago. You have put me in my place when I need to be and I have love you more with each passing day. I love you with my whole heart and soul. Will you, Isabella Marie Swan, be my wife?”

I could feel the tears running down my face. I was so happy at this moment that I was speechless.

“Yes,” I said when I re-found my voice. “Yes, Jasper, I will marry you. I never wanted to marry anyone else.”

He sled the ring on my left hand ring finger – where it was going to stay for the rest of my life – and kissed me, for the first time.

End Flashback


Everyone looked at my left hand, where I still proudly wore my engagement ring.