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Games of Fate

There are those that want to use her.
There are those that want to protect her.
Why is a seven year old girl so important? Vampires, werewolves, military men, and a small child all will come together and their choices will either save or kill them all.

I do not own nor do I make money from the twilight world. I do however play in that playground.

7. Chapter 7: Anticipating Reprecussions

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Jasper took me from the man, and held me on his hip. It was clear he wasn’t going t be letting me go any time soon, so I laid my head on his shoulder. I was so tired. I know I slept in the truck, but I get real tired after I shared my memories with someone, and sharing them with three someones seems to have made me even more tired. My stomach took that moment to make its wants known and grumbled loudly.

“Don’t worry, little one. Peter will be back soon with something for your tummy.” He smiled at me, but I knew he wasn’t happy.

His eyes had gone completely black. I was the same look James had whenever he was angry with me. My body started to tremble. I couldn’t help it. I knew what those eyes meant, pain. My breath starts hitching, and I try to hold back the tears that were coming.

“What’s wrong?” Jasper places me on a very soft large couch and kneels in front of me so we are eye-to eye. I just down at my feet as I twist my fingers in my lap. His voice softens, and I notice that his eyes are lightening up. His cold finger lifts my chin so I am looking him in the eyes again. “You need to tell me what has you so scared.”

“You’re mad at me,” I muttered almost too low for anyone to hear me. “I’ll be good, please, don’t be mad at me. I promise I’ll be good.” My hands shook as the tears I fought rolled freely down my cheeks. Jasper rubbed them away with his thumb.

“I am not mad at you, sweetie. Why would you think that?

“Cause your eyes are all black. When James’s eyes go all black he gets really mad at me, and sometimes…”

“Sometimes what?” His voice hardened and his jaw clenched and unclenched. I got the feeling that he was trying to not scare me. Too late. He let go of my face and put his face in his hands. He let out a breath and looked back at me. “Can you show me everything? Can you show me how you live? How James came into you life? I need to understand why Esme would want me to help you. It might help me figure out how to help you.”

I shook my head no.

“Why not?”

“I’m too tired. I don’t think I can.” I whimpered. Just then, my stomach grumbled again, and cramped. I couldn’t hold back a painful moan.

“Okay,” he started with a sigh, “I am going to leave you here on the couch. You can watch TV until Peter and Charlotte get back with your food. It shouldn’t be long. I am just going to be in there.” He pointed towards a wall behind us. “I’m gonna call Esme and Carlisle, and see what they know about you, and what’s going on. Does that sound like a plan to you?”

I shook my head yes.

“Look at me.” I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Everything is going to be alright. I will make sure of it. I don’t want you thinking I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I. AM. NOT. MAD. At. YOU. Understand?”

I shook my head yes, but it was an automatic answer. I was still pretty sure I had done something wrong.

“After you eat and get some rest, I want you to try to show us everything. I have a feeling that I am going to need Peter here when we find out what’s been going on at your house.”

“Are you going to take me home?” I ask timidly. I don’t really want to go home, but I don’t want James to think I ran away either. Maybe if these guys came with me and we explain what happened James won’t be too mad, and I can get away with a slap instead of something worse.

“We will most definitely be checking out your house,” he answered as he flipped on the television. He found a cartoon channel and took a phone out of his pocket. I could hear him talking, but didn’t understand what he was saying, as he left the room. Soon he was back, and left a glass of water on the coffee table in front of me. “Drink that. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.” He went back to his phone call and left the room again.

I took a long drink, and scooted back on the couch getting lost in the cartoons on the ginormous television. I can’t remember ever sitting and watching TV. Most of the time my parents lock me up in my room and I’m not allowed to come out. There is not much in there but a mattress on the floor, my clothes and some books one of my teachers gave me. I must have fallen asleep because I had to peel my eye lids open when I heard some loud voices in the other room. I couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like a swarm of angry bees they talked so fast. Then it all just stopped.

“She’s awake,” someone, probably Peter, said. Before I could blink, the three of them were standing in front of me.

“So, princess, did you sleep okay?” Peter asked as he picked me up.

“I’m not a princess,” I mumble as I rub the sleep from my eyes. “I got to go potty.”

“I’ll handle this.” Charlotte takes me from Peter.

“I can walk. I’m not a baby.”

“Of course you’re not.”

She puts me down and holds my hand as she leads me to the bathroom. We walk down the hallway and come to the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. There was pink everywhere, except for the towels that were the most perfect white with pink ribbon on them. The bathtub was more like a small swimming pool, and the toilet was hidden behind a little tile wall.


“You like it? Jasper and Peter think it’s too girly, but we don’t use it except for the shower and the tub so I told them to just deal with it.” She laughed and it sounded like the wind chimes my grandma used to keep on her porch. “Do you need any help?”

“No, I can do this by myself.”

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, and you can eat something.” She closed the door, and left me alone.