The Vampire Queen
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.
My first Jasper/Bella FanFic. Please rate and review. you know you love me, xoxo, Alice
8. Chapter 7: Victoria's Past
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Chapter 7: Victoria's Past
I knew Jasper was going to be amazing, but I didn't expect this. The song was perfect for what was, and what had, happening. As he began to sing flashes of the nights her went through the change went through his mind. Even then he knew he would never see me again, that he had broken his promise to me, and that he couldn't bare it: he forced himself to for get me, but we both now knew his heart never truly did.
As he sang certain parts, he would think things to me. He told me two of his mistakes, both having something to due with me. He told me that he wanted to start us over again; that he needed me. And I needed just as much if not more. I was never going to be able to repay Alice for gracefully bowing out; for letting Jasper and I have the chance we never really got to have. But first I had to tell him how Victoria was changed, and who changed her. He already felt so protective of her, something I knew would come, even without my gift, but I wasn't sure how he'd react to her story.
His song ended and everyone was stunned to silence. They weren't used to hearing people who could compete with me. I started the clapping so that everyone could come out of the daze that Jasper's voice had left them in and chuckled at the memory that went through Jasper's mind; the last time we sang together. Jasper headed off stage and back to our table while two spotlights began to dance around the room. Seeing that it would not land on any of us, I turned to our group as Jasper sat in his seat between Alice and I.
“I know you have all been wondering that, since she is my biological daughter, if I changed Victoria once she was old enough,” I started. Victoria looked away, this time was hard for her. “I did not change her. I wouldn't have damned her to this life,” I smiled over at her, showing her that it was okay to feel said about the past.
“Then who changed her?” Jasper asked. I blocked Victoria's, Demetri's, and Alice's minds, as Alice was about to have a vision of what I was about to tell them and the other two already knew the answer.
Alice then gasped. “She didn't, how could she?” she asked. I just shrugged.
“She was thirsty, just not as thirsty as she is now,” I said indifferently.
“Why can't I read Alice's mind?” Edward asked feeling anxious.
“Relax, Edward. I'm blocking her's, Victoria's, and Demetri's minds from you. I cannot let you get ahead of everyone else in my story if I can help it,” I said and sent him a wave of calmness to which he immediately relaxed. “Now I'm going to star about ten years after I went 'missing.'”
I had stayed away for ten years. It took me five years to gain complete control of my thirst. I had traveled north, staying clear of humans when possible.
I missed Victoria greatly, almost as much as I missed Jasper. I was living in Arizona at the time, going out only at night.
It was around ten at night and only homeless people were out, when I smelled it; there was another vampire and it was close.
I followed the scent to a pawn shop about two blocks away from where I had originally smelt the vampire and carefully walked to the window. The vampire, a female, handed something to the shop keeper then turned and left – without taking her money.
I quickly slipped into the shop before the door closed and hid, knowing the shop keeper would close up soon. Once he did, he went upstairs to go to bed and I started to look around. I hadn't seen whatever it was the female had given him to sell but that didn't mean I was going to give up on finding out. Before he had gone upstairs, the old shop keeper had put something into the safe and I was pretty sure it wouldn't take me long to open it.
Once the safe was opened, I saw two items but only one caught my eye: Jasper's wedding band. I knew it immediately but I picked it up, just to be sure. It had the for small diamonds around it but what it said on the inside was what made me sure it was Jasper's. Engrave don the inside in Italian was Forever with my Beauty .. He had had that engraved because beauty in Italian is bella and that was the name I preferred to be called.
I quickly laid more money than the ring was worth in its spot in the safe and closed the safe. I then left the shop with my husband's wedding band in the pocket of my apron. I knew I needed to leave town but I didn't know how to without raising suspicion. I went hunting and thought of the only way. I had to fake my own death. I had been planning on leaving shortly to start watching over my little angel so it wouldn't alter my plans a great deal. I finished my hunting and found an old brown bear that I would use to make the “murder” scene of my own life. I quickly snapped it neck knowing it would die soon as it was, and carried it back to my house near the edge of the woods.
When I arrived to my home I spilled the bears blood scattering it around and making it look like the bear attacked me and carried off the body. I knew someone would come to visit me the next day like every other day so I knew the false scene would be found. Though I never went out during the day and kept the house dark I was well liked and people would frequently visit me thinking I wasn't able to go out during the day because I was allergic to the sun's rays.
I quickly bathed in the near by creek and returned home to gather some of my personal belongs that no one knew about. Then without looking back, I left Arizona and headed to Texas to watch over my baby girl.
“I watched over her from the time she was eight to her current physical age of twenty-six,” I explained to them. “She grew into a beautiful young women and many of the gentlemen had called upon her, but none of them seemed to interest her in the slightest.”
I turned to Victoria, silently asking her if she would like to continue with her story. She nodded slightly and began to speak.
I had enjoyed the evening thus far, minus the fact that my mother had to tell my father and his other family my past. Truthfully I had nothing to be ashamed of, its not like I ever killed anyone, like my mother I'd never tasted human blood but that doesn't mean that I didn't feel sad when I thought about my past.
When my mother turned to me silently asking if I would like to continue the story I knew I had to. It was my story to tell not her's and it was my turn to tell it.
It was nearing my twenty-sixth birthday and I had yet to accept a man's proposal to be his wife. All the men in Huston were so boring, all they would do is talk about their precious women like they owned them. To society they did and most women accepted this, I however did not. I refused to be a man's trophy and do what was instructed of me. I wanted a man who would treat me as an equal as Lucy had told me my father always had my mother.
I had little memory of my mother but I did remember her face and how she would push me on a swing my father had hung on a tree branch in the front yard. Lucy had taken it down a year after my mother's disappearance because I would never allow myself to enjoy it.
Lucy and I were having dinner when she told me the final gentleman had come to call upon me.
“Young Mister Newton has asked me for your hand in marriage, Victoria,” she had said
“Micheal?” I said, appalled. “He's the most obnoxious man I have ever known. I shall not marry him.”
“Yes, you will,” she replied.
“What?!?” I nearly screamed. “I told you that I will not marry him. I refuse. I'll marry someone else.”
“Victoria,” she sighed, “there is no one else. You've denied every other man in the town who has called upon you and I refuse to let you live your life alone. It's not a life I want for you and I know you're mother and father wouldn't want that life for you as well. You will marry Micheal and that's final.”
After two weeks of him courting me he made the official proposal and, though I still did not wish to, I had accept and the wedding was set for the following month.
I was walking home from the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding completely alone. It was near dusk but, being the independent girl I was had refused an escort. I had stopped to visit my parents grave as the graveyard was on the way back to my house when someone gabbed me from behind and bitten into my neck I screamed and was about to black out when someone else came to the scene.
“Put her down!” the most beautiful voice, even with all the rage that was in it, growled. Then I was dropped and I blacked out.
“When I awoke I was in my savior's arms in the most pain I had ever been in. When my senses returned to me I realized that I was in my mother's arms but she looked beautiful even more beautiful than I had remembered. She explained to me what had happened and that she had been watching over me since I was eight but she had been hunting when she had heard me scream. She told me that the person who had changed me would be traveling with us unable to talk or feed as she was controlling her and that that was one of her gifts mind control and she swore that she would never use it on me.
“We traveled for 123 years before we came here. When Aro tried to control her through me, Mother ended up killing most of the Volturi the rest either joining her guard or leaving to become a nomad,” I ended our story knowing any other information was trivial.
“But then who changed you?” my father asked but my mother beat me to it.
“We didn't know her name until recently, Jasper,” she explained. “But I did recognize her. It was the same vampire that I had seen that day in Arizona. It was the one who changed you; it was Maria.
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